It is when the moon in howling and the sun is dead Whispers
Of when the stars are blinding and the sky is ringing
Whispers
Is when I seek to you, oh dear beloved! Shade Shade.
I feed on you: the life of night: Mr he and he of she Thank
you
Sun has life, unlike the night
Thank you
I pray to you, goodbye dear moon; life is dead Silence.
—misanthropist
misanthropist · 9 years ago
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