My ink bleeds with a burning desire to tell the unspoken story that goes on in my head.
If only I could think of a sweet symphony to quench this raging cacophony in my pregnant mind.
I lay expectant in my pink pyjamas staring at the unperturbed Moon, for answers she refused to give.
The stars will not wink so my curiosity be tamed.
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