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whole and independent beauty
without pressure of society
untouched by makeup
not broken by self doubt

is far more breathtaking
than any magazine model
i have never known
the color of your eyes

i cannot remember
looking into them

our relationship
was between bodies
not souls
spilled paint +
crumpled paper,
misshaped clay +
broken crayons

still make art
my thoughts
get caught
somewhere between
my head
and
my hand
some day
you will dance among stars
but for now
you must walk with men
your power
amazes me

your love
guides me

your gift
comforts me

your words
show me

your strength
lifts me
i see the pain
it hides
behind Your eyes

You mask it
so well

but no one
can live
disguised forever

one day
You'll open up

if you let me
i'll love
Your brokenness
away
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