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Jan 2014
Plagued
by the incessant beauty
of the moonlight;

Delicately destroyed
by the unforgiving kindness,
of the stars,
who continue to flicker
no matter what they face
when our back's are turned.

It is the beauty
and the kindness
of these things;
that make me weak,
for in beauty,
and in kindness,
there are no faults.
I refuse to give up on my ****** writing ok
Autumn Shayse
Written by
Autumn Shayse  England
(England)   
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   pieces and Cordelia Copson
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