I have been surviving
the past few years,
counting on my hands,
the days taking me,
to the impending end.
I will not.
I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious.
I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
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the sun was her husband and the moon, her lover once the sun dipped into the ocean it was time for the sky to dress up she chose her darkest and most daring velvet ensemble and adorned herself with stars and other glittering jewels
shrouded in mystery and darkness she saw the moon approaching her
gazing at him with clear invitation in her eyes, the sky blew some clouds his way
he slowly closed in and a touch was all that separated them but once that was out of the way, she and the moon whispered sweet nothings, took cover behind clouds to meet, greet, and mate to make constellations out of pure and unadulterated passion that was as bright as a supernova and as unfathomable as the galaxies
