Once upon a midnight dreary, waiting for something greater than myself whilst crying over the wicked desire for everything I could never have had. The stars are not wanted now-put out every one; pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. I hear you, all of you, whispered in me deviously to shift through your lives.
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