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I will look to the moon till my eyes turn blue, Or I’ll see you. Can you see me in the dark? Can you put me in the light? Night is not to be embraced, But lived… Moon glaring by

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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