the moon is bitten
her heart is marked by the forest that swallowed her pride
and kept returning
brighter in his presence.
the dawn became ornament some kind of earings and raised hell on young womens souls.
the first princess of the dark
looking for the Sun
closed her eyes exhausted.
Light was born from her chest and pointed into the universe and a little bit into the moon.
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