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I Moonlight, shone upon her collied, weary heart. scarred by a life of many failures and dreams unfulfilled now she is a slave to her own thoughts, and undying feelings of indifference. the master of puppets pulls on her heartstrings. she lives on the dark side of the moon. yet her volcanic beauty is like a rare celestial body Galileo laid eyes on for the first time through a telescope back in 1610 and sketched into our history books for future human beings to gaze at and be marveled by. this is what her beauty is like. Her eyes are like Egyptian pools they show a reflection of her eternal soul which flows like the Nile; it could give life to entire civilizations. this is the source of her beauty, a fiery, inexplicable warmth fueled from the embers that remain burning in her caged soul- unblemished by time, by age, and by failure. yet to her, time is like grains of sand trickling down in an hourglass with every moment in her life, and every moment to ever be only as meaningful to her as this grain of sand. she doesn’t see the big picture, she doesn’t see her beauty, and these are both great tragedies. still, she lives on the dark side of the moon, the girl who was afraid to be…

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