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Feb 2022
he
he's a bullet that's about to fire
he's the steady that's been keeping me sain
because he sees beauty that I cant see
and he knows me even when I don't know myself
he sees me for me not who I pretend to be

he's the pines in autumn growing steady never falling
he has the drive to pull himself through fire
because he sees beauty in everything
and he knows what the people around him need even when they can't tell
he sees my smile even when I think he cant

when he's passionate it wrapped around my soul
he's the kind you never let go riding with him till heaven calls
because he sees beauty in all of me
and he knows what I need even when everything feels broken
he sees my tears and picks me up
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  17/F/corning ny
(17/F/corning ny)   
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