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Venus I,Ii

Venus I, II I Moonlight shone upon a withered, weary heart, warped and scarred by a life of many failures and dreams unfulfilled. now she is a slave to her own thoughts, and undying feelings of indifference. sitting in a carcass of wasted time. like the persistence of memory. the master of puppets pulls on her heartstrings. tells her to take that forbidden road. she lives on the dark side of the moon. yet her volcanic beauty is like a rare celestial body. Galileo laid eyes upon 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. Venus is not merely a person, or planet — she is consciousness. 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. Venus is not merely a person, or planet she is the very essence of life, and its representation of beauty. Venus is the trees and the flowers unaware of the peace they bring to humans. Venus may not see it, though she glistened through the cosmos with a radiance that threatened even that of the moon and the sun's. II yet to her, time is a grain of sand trickling down in an hourglass with every moment in her life and every moment to ever be only as meaningful as these grains of sand. she doesn’t see the big picture, she doesn’t see her beauty, and these are both great tragedies. still, she stays on full display in the night sky, the girl who was afraid to be, Venus…

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