When the moon sits high
Touch me ever so gently
where my heart once was.
Appease its clinging pulsing ache.
Heal me as only you can do.
Set the night aglow with golden glitter,
your warmth is like a soothing balm.
Come closer and whisper to my ear.
Tell me everything I long to hear.
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
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