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poetry - book two
for her beautiful eyes
were as dark as her name, ebony.
so no matter how hard one tries,
one could never catch a glimpse
of the soul behind those eyes.
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poetry - book one
sometimes, we obsess
over all the darkness
so that we miss the light,
no matter how bright
it may be.