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But she is just a shadow Erased by the blinding darkness Nothing serves as her light except that moon Just that moon that makes her alive in the night And she liked it that way Minding not the direction of it's light Instead, in it's gaze she was lost Noticing not the fact that it's not her it's looking at.
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
BENJAMIN
But she is just a shadow Erased by the blinding darkness Nothing serves as her light except that moon Just that moon that makes her alive in the night And she liked it that way Minding not the direction of it's light Instead, in it's gaze she was lost Noticing not the fact that it's not her it's looking at.
chrys
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
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