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Apr 2017
I see her,
Standing there with
The sun smiling behind,
Pushing through her hair
Like I have a thousand times.

The soft glow,
As everything fades
Away with the water and clouds.
She's all I see,
And all I would want.

She does not see,
Not the way I can
Where the flaws are flawless
Because what is raw
Is real.

I see her,
I hope she sees me.
Bethan Davies
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Bethan Davies
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   ---, Isabella Soledad, alex, --- and Pagan Paul
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