my sun and my moon
My sun is like a hot stove,heating the eggs to cook.My moon is like a cold tear that sits on my sorrow face.My sun is fierce as a dragon.My moon is calm like my soul.My sun is like my dull little high hills burning my feet.My moon is like a huge cheese hardly ever eaten.My moon may be like a cold breeze in my soul but my heart is as bright as the sun.
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