she has these dark eyes black like night black like the painted canvas black like the unlit stage where the moon dances shines glows black like a sheet pulled over your nose somehow darkness moving a fragility a place, a time before the universe was born moon the desert landscape the lustre of 1/8 of a candle yet in this night even a sliver is brighter than all the stars a silver slice of a more magical being
(black moon silver)
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