it's the way a tear flows softly down her cheek when she sees something beautiful. it's how the sunset touches her face and makes her smile useful. it's the reflection of everything she lives for wrapped up for the keeping that I notice in her happiness. she's fallen for herself but not too far gone to comprehend a luv that would be missed. it's just the way her expression meet the day. it's nice to witness such a pure display. it's something I wish I was capable of. she's not me for sure bcuz she's more than I ever was. it's the presence of self she cannot hide within. it's her motion that lives that has so much to give. it's the little things I've forgotten along the way. she's better than me even when she's in pain. it's the fire she cannot contain. it's the passion flowing through her veins. it's the correction of how she's changed. she's a gesture in her own that gives thanks. it's how strange she's comfortable around natures gift. it's the way she nibble on her bottom lip. it's breath taking how she interacts with no one around. she's unbothered to be alone bcuz she's been found...
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