Silent
i'm the editor
of your movie
clipping out
takes to take
you home
with me
leaving
splices
for the
public
to see
that you
are the
star that
you are
but a star
is a sun
and
truth
knows
you are
the moon
in your
fullness
from the
other side
your hips
turn me
into a
lunatic
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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