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Jul 2019
With scarlet-stained hands
and tear-streaked eyes,
I begged the Day to stitch
my soul to the sunrise

so I would cease to know
this cruel darkness within
for there are no stars here -
only howling without end.

The Day responded gently,
"You don't need me for light.
You are a child of the Moon -
this darkness is your birthright."
through the darkness we discover our light
Cait Harbs
Written by
Cait Harbs  Gotham City
(Gotham City)   
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