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I was the blazing sun,
She was the Eternal Night,
Maybe just;
She was never mine,
I was the ruthless autumn,
She was a blossoming bud,
Maybe just;
She was never mine
I was the ethereal moon,
She was my magnificent mystic magical moonlight;
But then
Maybe just;
Never mine.
♡Rash♡
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Under The Moonlit Sky
Poetry"Whenever it rained ☔ I wrote poems about her And I'm not even a poet ."
