Missy Moon
What I do at night has turned to an affair, Between me and the darkness that has taken advantage of the Stillness of the moon, which would not tell of its atrocities. Our atrocities. Moon, why do you indulge me so? Why don't you expose my flaws to everyone? I'm sure you told Sir Sun Your mouth never stays shut as you've removed, cleared every misunderstanding between you and that burning jelly. So why won't you tell others about My atrocities? To the world, the stars can know and tell of what I've done while no one but you was up and watching.
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