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Alix DiRenzi Jun 2016
I feel and easy and enjoyable comfort around her. The way she smiles could light up a room, the way she carries herself when she walks, its not quit a confident walk you know ? But a walk you could pull off when you let your mind run wild. Sometimes i really wonder what goes through her head as she walks that thoughtful walk.But she will never tell me. Shell always leave me in wonder as i stand beside her in the store or strikes up a conversation with an old friend she hasn't seen in a while. the little movements she makes  when she is doing simple things like when she brushes her hair back to slip her hats on. The way she gets excited when she finds something that sparks her  interest , or when she finds the small things to enjoy. The way she inhales a cigarette. She places it to he lips just to pull it away and let her mouth form an o. So that she can give off the white rings off smoke from her lungs. I have so much love for this girl. She may think its far from love or not love at all but oh is she wrong. Even when things seem to get hard and nothing works out this girl manages to run through my every thought every memory. Every word i say i could make it about her. She has a way about her that makes it so ****  near impossible to forget about her.  She as a living life form , a human, a girl, just makes you wonder about her. Like what has she seen? what does she like ? what does she dislike? How does she view the world around her and the people in it ? Its torturous to thin you may never know how to handle such a spirit. What is really going on in a mind likes hers?  You May never find out but when she wraps her arms around me all i can think is pure bliss and thankfulness that the stars had left such a beautiful creation. She puts those fake personalities that Rome the earth with empty vessels to shame just my letting her  words flow and her laugh fill the ears of the surrounding listeners.  The way she has passion for the writings  she reads the quotes she recites the song lyrics that lay in her skin her body is her canvas that she will fill with her love of poets of past and present and their words to the songs she sings along to. Her character is from most but even then although she is a story in herself yet to be told. This girl i love.

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