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When she read the words He wrote
They spoke to her
Not just on paper
Not just on screen
They whispered to her
In her thoughts
In her heart
He connected to her
In the simplest of statements
she fought it, knowing the outcome
He did not want her
He wanted physical perfection
she was well aware of what He desired
she was well aware that she was not it
If perfection were the center of the universe
she would be Pluto
He was heading a thousand light years in the wrong direction
The first time He walked into her vision
she felt Him
He was so casual in his stride
Yet, He dominated the very air she breathed
she trembled in His presence
Like a little girl
He was charming
He was brilliant
He was Masterful
she could see the force within His soul
Glistening through the eyes of a little boy
He was so subtle in nature
No one could see the hold He had on her
Every word He spoke
Mesmerizing
Even if it was about nothing at all
He looked deep within her
she glanced away
He should not see all of her
He touched her face
she blushed like an innocent child
Everyone in the place
Seemed to have faded away
It was He
It was she
The voice in her head restrained her
From being who she desired to be
Chanting over and over
He craves the center of the universe
You are Pluto
When she left His presence
she thought it would be her last
It was not
With every stroke of His hand
With every look He gave her
With every word He spoke
she became His
Each time she was with Him
she loathed tomorrow
Tomorrow He may not be there
Tomorrow He may embark on His journey
He hungered for the center of the universe
she was Pluto
Pluto is a cold, desolate place
Dark
Lonely
Echoing sounds of her own innermost desires
Alone with not a soul to answer them
Even she did not want to be there
The center of the universe is bright
A captivating and stunningly intense light
Blinding all that see it
So that they may not see its faults
Burning the souls who seek it
Into oblivion
One thing you learn with life on Pluto
There is no such thing as perfection
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