_~\the moons grace\~_

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When she walked into the room,
She brought,
The whole moons glow with her.

Stolen grace,
With entrancing poise.

Like a bride,
In a sheer veil.

Hers were navy,
and purple underneath her light.

It twinkled,
With savoured wonderment.

And I was enthralled.

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/45 words/

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