and like the moon;
she had a side of her
so dark,
that even the stars couldn't shine on it
so cold,
that even the sun couldn't burn on it
-L
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poetry
Puisiwords from deepest soul, sometimes darkest soul. written with love, tears, anger, fear, excitement. sometimes blissful, mostly blue. enjoy, -L
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and like the moon;
she had a side of her
so dark,
that even the stars couldn't shine on it
so cold,
that even the sun couldn't burn on it
-L
