with the moonlight so bright
mimicking dawn before daylight
or sunrise.
star speckled sky.
you want to fling yourself
into the cold, crisp air
birthing yourself anew
and screaming at the top
of your frost-filled lungs:
thoughts about love
and everything in between
even the hate you see
when you read between the lines
of l-o-v-e.
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