smallwords-smallworlds:

the thing about moonlight
is the way it hits the curve of bone
and drowns out the ivory appeal

it’s slow and carefully planned
(sunlight just isn’t the same)
it isn’t something you’re able to hide
(not that sunlight is but
why would you want to hide it
anyways?)

you can’t hide your thoughts in
moonlight
(i want to i want to)
it’s like (lambs to slaughter) another
wild (fire) night



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