From commanding eyes,
staring straight into my soul,
there are no others,
in the belly of this warmth,
perishing all my evils,
ruling with complete kindness.
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She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
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Wow . Awesome poem.