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i first fell in love with the plunging neckline of the sky

when i was six years old. she scooped the stars in her bosom,

the pearl curve of the moon was her smile.

when my mother asked me how i knew i was in love,

i told her because the sky breeds pure love and pure

hatred, have you ever come across something so beautifully

sinister? an angel built from demons, the day has all the answers

but truth be told i love the night just a little bit more. the darkness

has a way of asking all the right questions.