Eleven

On the night of the harvest moon this year,
When digital clocks show the same number
In all four digits, a shooting star
Travels through the sky, and as it flies by,
We both make one wish, holding each other,
Hoping that we will be together for
The rest of our lives, for eternity.
I remind you that I love you more than
Anything in the entire universe,
And in that moment, I feel content
As though nothing can touch me except you

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