It's the darkness that follows. The rain leads it's own army to an unwinnable war. Drowning the earth that drinks deeply. The relentless sun takes its leftings knowing his thirst will never be quenched yet he triumphantly draws upon tendrils hanging from leaves. Its the darkness that follows. Signing off to the moons sway maniacally exploring every emotion in waves of wax and wane tending to wounds unopened like a prophet. The stars know no better than to shine and without their foolishness . . .it would stay that dark forever.
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