The sun is setting and the colors of the heavens scream of glory, yet so unassuming the moon showed up to remind me of the oceans who need her for intimacy. I need a moon for intimacy. I don’t let anyone else see how my heart opens and seals. I wonder what wounds are infected. I wonder which ones are forgotten. I wonder which ones bleed every day and I’…
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