He looked at her with his almond eyes filled with curiosity and asked, “what keeps you up at night?” She looked at the moon, patiently waiting in the sky, and said “my insomnia.” It’s almost as if the moon was also waiting for her answer.

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their whispers
are like
spells

Why?

My, my.

Isn't that
a pertinent
philosophical
question?

I think the sun has grown jealous
Of my friendship with the moon
I prefer dusk to dawn
And midnight instead of noon

her fortune teller eyes
they cried
i bet she saw
there ain’t no
forever with
the one she loves