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The stars were out that night
But it was the Moon who truly conquered the darkness.
She reached out a pale hand and wove together the soft strings of a lullaby
Pulling some deeper into the promise of sleep
The story I want to tell starts with a rhythmic knock, once, twice, three times…a fourth?
If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:
Expecting for my life to end,
But instead it keeps on going.
I mosey through my infinity,
The sun shone bright in the sky. Its rays heated the fields, where there was a bunny hopping in the flowers. The bunny hopped by each flower, smiling as she passed each one.
Looming over your shoulders
Each stack higher than its former
Every thought and every scrap
Of an idea too scared to ponder
Every moment that hurt
Each minute that lingered longer