She was not beautiful.
She was exquisite, she was elegant, she was infinite.
She was forever, she was a moment.
She seemed to too close, she seemed too far.
Behind her eyes lit millions of glowing sunsets.
Behind her smile glowed uncountable stars.
Behind her hair shone the shimmering moon of the night.
Enchanting, mesmerizing, impossible.
-she was not beautiful
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