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we’re in a new moon phase, love.
the darkest part of the month,
with nothing to guide the night
beside the pinprick stars.
now, gently, now is the time
to
write the love letter that
hides in your heart and
hurts your bones,
sit naked in the cool dark,
letting your skin soak in
the language of the night,
whisper to those faraway stars
the things you’ll never admit
not even
to
yourself
Kettle & Sage 
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