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Nov 2019
She was flawed, completely;
but not in the way she thought

She was flawed in the way an artist ruins
a white canvas with
a beautifully painted
sunrise

you are damaged
in the beautiful way that
the night sky
is broken by the dawn

i could make you out
with the most
graceful words
and vibrant colors
and yet

they wouldn't do half the job
Written by
Cassidy
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