The Moon.

The Moon has always made it’s presence known to her. Without even looking outside. She is awake for endless hours now and hopes the moon will be there to listen to her bleed secrets and most intimate thoughts.

But she understands when the Moon is hidden, as she so often is. 

After all, it dies every morning so the sun can shine.

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