And even the merciful threw stones at the Moon, cursing her twinkling freckles
She has love for all amongst her cold kisses and permafrost breath.
Devoted to the the Sun, they danced in his heat with swords drawn too- fumbling over rain as if they have never seen a man cry before.
The Sun and Moon thrive for likeness of the other, but they won't meet till a dull day
shaken
shaken
shaken
by the gods who threw stones
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
And even the merciful threw stones at the Moon, cursing her twinkling freckles
She has love for all amongst her cold kisses and permafrost breath.
Devoted to the the Sun, they danced in his heat with swords drawn too- fumbling over rain as if they have never seen a man cry before.
The Sun and Moon thrive for likeness of the other, but they won't meet till a dull day
shaken
shaken
shaken
by the gods who threw stones
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