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I love the way midnight folds me in its arms. The way it holds and kisses all of my wounded places; filling up all my empty spaces.
I love the way the moonlight whispers, soothing every wound and blister, always there to touch me deeply when my lonely thoughts are weepy.
I love that midnight comes pleading for my heart when it is bleeding, touching me with hands so tender, holding me, while I remember.
I love the moonlight that comes calling every time I end up falling in these hours, when there's no other.... just midnight and moonlight; my lover.