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Apr 2012
I watch you.                                

Twitch and turn
In your own confusion
Seeping out your pores

It hits me.

It shows me who you are.

You are beautiful.

If only I could show you
Show you how I see
Show you how the light
Hits the pools of water
That I store away
In the lakes
Of my dreams

My hopes.

That now hope
For you
And me

Together.

I see the stubs
Of shaven hair
That grow
So slow
Like the love
I think we share
The way the breeze
Brushes across

This bed of silence
Has never said so much

Speaking nothing.

Has never done so much
But make me see
How you see
How you feel

You are,

Imperfectly perfect.
Hannah Elisabeth Johnston
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   --- and Reece AJ Chambers
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