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The moonlight glittered in her hair,
Glistened in the glass of her eyes,
Cast a shadow that gently framed her lips.
It captured the moment perfectly,
As we forgot who we were and what we'd done.
The image of two lonely lovers in the moonlight playing forever on the screen in my mind.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
