she drinks alone.
sneaks a cigarette
in the bathroom, sometimes
she goes
online anonymously
to see what you're up to.
she's got a dark
side.
not unlike the moon,
aloof and far away.
stone white
and cold, distant
in her lunar ways.
your blood though
can feel her pull,
the tide inside of you
rising at the thought
of her, that midnight
glow.
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