Symphony of Discord

“My heart strings are no violin for your cruelty”

She said.

As he gazed up into her, like Nut stretched over the sky.

“But if I tug them so, will it rain?”

With a stretching of bone and muscle she answered

“Not tonight, because I need your moon to move my tides.”

 

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