Aurora

Aurora

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Mon, Nov 24, 2014

Poetry

Tagsdark depressing love mourning

Her beauty was endless like a sun that stayed forever setting. Like the strands of colors and lights in the sky... .....She was an Aurora in her own ways

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