As I look at them, a prequel unfolds

In this aura colorblindness persists

But look closer and the lines seem to bold

The two identical souls coexist


As time goes on, the story does begin

The porcelain doll and her collector

Many blessings put forth and not a sin

He serves as her personal protector


Very soon, his sun will become her moon

Both phases of their universe complete

Until the sun sets in the afternoon

And an eclipse shows the moon in defeat


To the ends of the Earth will love withstand

Two lovers consumed by something unplanned

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