Dimmer in the dark,
Yet brighter without light.
You come out shining,
Pulsating your heartsung rhythm.
Dreaming of streaking thoughts,
While following your most deviant desires.
A brisk breeze drifts in from the east,
The moon falls under the grasps of the forest.
We look at each other,
Never to wonder what we think.
And without warning the rain falls,
As You and I have conjured matching spirits.
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