Waning Moon
Beginnings sometimes start with endings.
Secrets buried in the magic of the night.
Once visible glowing as stars glistened.
Waning.
Winds listening to chaotic whispers
Murmurs echoing in the distances
Holding on to air.
In the heat of the night.
Bracing Oxygen.
Inhale
Exhaling lifes support.
Inhale/Exhale
Inhaling a soul once embedded.
Exhale.
Covered in a shadow.
New moon.
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