The Nocturnal Her
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The Nocturnal Her

"It is night again," she sighs through her bleary blinkinf eyes as she's headed to her bed. For a night of tossing and one of turning, raging and she will not sleep.

The day had drained her the evening reigned her now she walks the night She has seen the suns in their rising runs but has looked on more moons

She hungers for her bed loathing alertness in her head roaring in frustration. She thinks herself a bat maybe a whiskered rat or a never sleeping city

So she climbs her nightly mountain swims her darkling ocean to keep herself from sleep

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