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She's a myriad of aesthetic things,
Sprinkled with motley coloured stardust,
Scintillating on November's eve,
Her words of riddles fettered in poetries,
An abstract work of art dipped in jewels,
Of seashells that embellished her hair,
And unsaid words scribbled upon her skin,
In the comforts of her corner, she embraces,
A kind of art that can make you cry,
Her uniqueness that makes you feel loved,
Even only with her words, you feel sentiment,
Like a treasure lost in the abyss of the sea,
A real gem, hard to find in all this animosity,
The girl with many famed monikers,
She shines amidst the murky waters,
The aesthetic girl called Celeste.
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"This poem of mine is especially made for xblufire. It is because she is a great inspiration and a real aesthetic princess, she is the one who motivated me to get out in the shadows and enjoy the kisses of the rays of sunshine as she also taught me that being a silent reader is also powerful..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
