Vesmír Stories

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When I met him, I had to talk to him, something drew me, but he was to good for me, too pretty, too kind. Stop that! Look! - Even the moon, in its darkness, holds a unique beauty like everyone. So...be you! This is poem is from a person who is learning English. Please accept mistakes and word order.