She is light, she is bright, behold her glory. Her eyes are like stars in the sky and with every consolation is a different story, ig that's what astronomy for, and her smile is the shooting star I've been patiently awaiting for, I hate waking up every morning, cause that's when she disappears. Every night she reappears, and it seems she's never near, but like mirrors objects are often closer than appear.-Will.B
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This about a long distant relationship with someone I use to know.