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Like a moth to its destined flame,
She led me down unbound.
To a life unknown and heartfelt, to a life deserved of a restrained being
Kept to a selfish mortal existence.
Her light of life shined over everything,
And it was brighter than the star of stars.
For all she was, she was everything,
The centre of a fantasied universe.
Where the sun shone on her face,
Where the shadows had no place,
And her distance was her only collapse.
One's soul is a price not worthy to capture this state of bliss.
It would take your forever, your eternity, your humanity.
And it would still not be enough.
Like a moth to its destined flame,
She led me down, entirely unbound.
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