Beneath the moon's soft, silver hue,
She weaves a world where hearts break through.
Girls in shadows, girls in light,
Lovers found in whispered night.
With every word, a spark, a flame,
Two souls entwined, never the same.
She pens their passion, tender, bold,
In tales of love yet to be told.
Her pages sing of hearts set free,
Of longing, joy, and ecstasy-
Where every touch and stolen glance
Is love's eternal, blooming dance.
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Story by Cleïs Lemoine
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In Retrospect
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In the background of the Franco-Prussian war of 1870, two girls form a deep friendship that follows them thro...
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