Hanging out
In the sky
Just a hand's reach from my balcony
The moon smiled
Helplessly cut in half
Looking a little foolish
She said
Come give me a hand
Help me to stand
I jumped in
Lent her my hand
Then I saw
Myself next to her
Looking down
I swooned.
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