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// 16. 
// Story: Sapphic Figments 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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Two moons shine full
And you tell me of her desire,
And I tell you of her desire,
In your world, she fell from the bosom of her sister
In mine, she fell towards her lover.
It’s the middle of the night.
Time passes.
But I am not alone.