She smiles at the moon
it is her sun
bathed in its soft light
happiness and peace flow through her

She plays in the rain
like it's snow falling in the dessert
dripping wet, and cold
she'd have it no other way

She lusts for night
as if it were day
passion stirs in her
for only darkness brings her light<

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