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May 2014
She was bueatiful
her hand graced the piano as she played
her voice morphed into something that touched my soul
her feet floating as she danced to her own beat
she was graceful
But alas she couldn't see
you see she didn't she the beauty in  the way she moved
the way she put her hair behind the ear
the way you could always tell what she meant by looking in her bueatiful eyes
but all she saw was her fat thighs
she didn't believe me when I said she was bueatiful
she thought I lied
I could tell by the look in her eyes
that she wasn't planning on surviving past this night
so I held her tight and didn't let her go
I fell asleep and woke to empty sheets next to me
I ran into her room in the morning and found her body cold
she was bueatiful and now she will never know
JustChloe
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