The hate of a thousand sorrows was weeping, and all the anger and anguish drifted to the bottom of humanity.
The shining light illuminated a smile, and my heart skipped at the sight of her orange glow.
The full moon. A spectacle in it of itself. A glorious evening.
Tonight.
To day.
To mororow.
What is tomorrow, but only a shadow of a purity. A calm before a storm of titans.
Will my evenings spend the few change in their pockets to gleam so brilliantly?
Forever ago, I will wait.
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