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Ciarra Jan 2015
Look at her, standing there.
Such divine beauty,
Contained in a ravage soul.

He is all over her,
I wish that he would
Look at me like he does her.

Her flawless perfection,
Rain or shine,
the brightest days nor darkest nights
can compare to her.

Call me what you will
Ravished, maybe.

I certainly cannot compare
To the magnificent glow
She can produce
In one smile for him.

If only,
He loved me,
Like he loved her.
There isn't a day that has gone by when I haven't felt so confident. I look around at all these girls with such a more significant beauty and wonder what its like to be desired by just one person.

Genesis Luna Serenity

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