Poetic Essences Un P’tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the eyes of my moon
it looks for you everywhere;
she longs for you, too

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don’t turn back to me;
the love I give isn’t for you, —
she heard you mumbling

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surely, her love is
single monster that moon knows
hid inside your bed

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heartfelt, you’ll be asked
why don’t you tell me the truth
kept on the blind side