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There, I met her

Aura

Aura

Aura

She was the irl I’d ever seen

Sixteen-years-old with hair as fiery as the sun,

skin like lilies

eyes like the stars

Aura

Aura

Aura

Her name branded my soul

And when she looked at me, I felt wanted

Maybe even a little bit loved

When we spoke, we spun poetry

under the moon and stars

When we touched, we created beauty

A beauty that could only be felt

Together, ere perfect

Together, we made all the iht

But then came Ben

Ben

Ben

Ben

God, how I hated Ben

He was our foster father

The person ould ruin our poetry

Ruin our beauty

Ruin our i

And he was angry

At the world

At himself

At everyone, really

I tried to stay invisible

It was the fifth hoht and out of mind

But it only worked in public,

out of watchful eyes

Behind closed doors was a different story

It here Ben thrived,

letting his anger control hi everyone alive

His iron fists bruised skin

Broke bones

Stripped souls