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Apr 2018
Perfect.
No other way to word it.
Her worth lies deeper much behind the stages open curtains.

No one knows the show she hopes will eventually come to an end.  
But then again, the curtain rises but when will it ever end?
Made by Him N.B
Luna
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Luna
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     Shannon and A Simillacrum
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