the moon shines above me, illuminating every one of my thoughts. she magnifies my fears while her stars silently surround me, always lending an ear. i wonder if she speaks to them, if she calls them by name. does she confide in their light? does she seek warmth from their flame?
i wish you would speak to me like you used to.
i would tell you what a beautiful mess you have left me to become, always believing i was the only one. but you have many lovers, sweet moon. so i have saved my sighs for the rising sun.
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