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  • Writer's pictureDylan Roggeman


moon·​light / n. The light cast from the sky in its darkest hour: washing over arduous days or witching debauchery. The silvery glow that envelops one shrinking out from the bar for a smoke. The pearly faint shimmer bouncing off the treacherous black ocean, so unwavering it illusions tranquility. The spotlight projecting down on red burning cheeks, hot with guilt and regret. The pale ashen shine that diminishes with its existence, only to be reborn again every quaternate cycle. Kisses stolen/ Whispers hushed/ Eyes pumped with caffeine/ Tears and smiles/ Infinite heartbreak/ Quiet before torrential storms/ Cold and bleak, yet endlessly comforting. The last visible entity before the world awakens in a haze of molten orange.

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