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A white dress Floating across the nightly forest Her half-closed eyes Hollowly gazing through the trees Into the distance. The moon was reflecting Her beautiful yet enticing physique Her lips were chanting Something unclear. As she flew Wandering the nightly forest The sky chose to cry And she hummed the azure to sleep Her voice, melancholic And perplexing. A ghastly mist Took place As the dawn rise And the enigmatic white dress Vanishes from sight.
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
The White Dress.
A white dress Floating across the nightly forest Her half-closed eyes Hollowly gazing through the trees Into the distance. The moon was reflecting Her beautiful yet enticing physique Her lips were chanting Something unclear. As she flew Wandering the nightly forest The sky chose to cry And she hummed the azure to sleep Her voice, melancholic And perplexing. A ghastly mist Took place As the dawn rise And the enigmatic white dress Vanishes from sight.
Sorry, I tried :)
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
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