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Mar 28
Only upon nightfall does she truly feel.
Gut wrenching, heart aching, raw emotion.
The tears fall as if the drought has passed, and the earth cries, feeding her flowers at last.
It is only in the hours of darkness where her soul blossoms open, her deepest desires spilling over. She looks to the moon for comfort, not knowing whether to curse at the stars or ask them for wishes.
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