Once, she was the moon that lit my night,
A beacon of silver, so soft, so bright.
Her laughter—music that haunted my sleep,
Her beauty—a secret my heart longed to keep.
Through endless streets, I wandered in vain,
Begging forgiveness, drowning in pain.
Yet silence stood where her love had shone,
A ghost of a dream now cold and gone.
Today, I saw...
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