![]() It’s when the suffering take their lives and the lonely seek comfort. ![]() It’s when girls lose their virginities on torn leather seats and boys get into trouble. It’s when fugitives escape and kids run away. It’s where plans are made in dark alleyways and secrets revealed under the soft haze of light coming through the cracks of closed shutters. ![]() Under bridges and beneath bed sheets - it’s for wild hearts and unconcerned minds. The moon is for things unseen, things done in the shadows and beneath the fog. A bewitching entrancement unlike that of the sun.
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