The sun burns hot now
The moon must follow the sun
The moon burns hot now.
The sun burns hot now
The moon must follow the sun
The moon burns hot now.
I wake to the sound of scratching
in my brain, along the walls of my skull,
wanting to grow roots
in a place free from the thoughts
that race through my mind as I dream
of the Nightmare Flower that is
trying to grow while I sleep.
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