The harvest moon hung low fishing the cityscape's jagged teeth for streetlights and souls committing themselves to its orange gaze. And though Heaven lays upon our heads, Hell holds my feet up.
Heaven and Hell have not a thing to do with humans such as we...it is the Moon's ardent watch pulling us upward and onward, forever forward...we can find holy light and hell fire in other people if we look hard enough. Shine on for me, bright one and I just may illuminate the way.
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*3 months*
yay!
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