I want to be the one you call.
anything at all.
because I think I could say something right
maybe.
Let me be what you need
I can light your cigarette
I can turn off all the lights inside
and give you all the stars
that reflect to us days we thought we lost as children
before I knew your name
or what darkness called you
Let you, let me
be here
because
somewhere in the pacific ocean
I named you
moon
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