that the world isn't brave enough to write.
the moon is cold and hurting while the sun is in his pain, burning,
and once in a while they meet, but too rarely to call it love.
so, the world calls those moments eclipses instead,
trying to collide in the form of a red light and perhaps the almost do.
but they never will, and the saddest part about these two is,
they never knew.
- v e n t u m
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