The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Something Special

Something Special

There's a magic in the air, no matter the season, when you find something special.

There's a freshness to the breeze when you know it's something good.

There's a sparkle to the stars when it fits in the palm of your hand just so.

There's a thrum to the beat in your step when you're walking towards her.

Tired monsters are still tired. And monsters.

Tired monsters are still tired. And monsters.

I've had enough.

I've had enough.

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