She's an Astrophile
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Last published Thu, Jul 31, 2025
Under the blanket of stars,
In the middle of darkness,
She saw how the other stars lost it brightness,
But among all of them,
There was that one star,
Who never lost it's shines in her beautiful brown eyes.
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