Repost-lingering soul

Lingering Soul.

She was like a preserved flower,
Unique and delicate,
So exquisite,
The beauty, itself, was scared,
To breathe,
 In case, it altered her in some way.

She was like the moon,
Incomparable and mysterious,
A side of her so dark,
That the stars, couldn’t shine on it,
A side of her so hidden,
The sun couldn’t burn on it.

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