The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one.
Outcasts
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Poe Eternal
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one.
I want to get lost in you so that you may find me again
and when you search for me in your soul, I’ll be resting there
I’m just going to have a little nap between your heartbeats
(c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.
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