She chased sunsets to dry her tears,
Calm her woes, still her fears.
The sun knew her, the moon loved her.
Broken pieces and all.
Cotton candy skies killed words that stung her, and prepped her for the night's embrace.
A sickness ignited, but she felt held.
She knew she wasn't in this alone, and for that she let the moon see her weep.
Crickets sang to her in the distance, the wind danced with the trees outside her window.
Lulled into a peaceful sleep, she slowly forgot the pain; hoping to wake up healed.
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