My Own Aurora

In the mornings, I caught the sunrise in your eyes. You were the morning star, my own aurora, my pharaoh, immortalized in my yearning for you, empowered by my idealization, all powerful in your nature, all consuming like the sun and I gave and flowed and poured into you, til there was no more of me.
Just a woman full of quirks, finding my way, sharing my thoughts, poetry, and short stories.

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