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people call me swatz
Poems
Sep 2014
beautiful, she was. (extended)
beautiful, she was
with a light that
shined throughout her
captivating even the
slightest of souls
this light was
something that many
only saw a glimpse of
(and) those few who
shattered the wall of glass
saw a part of her that
could not be described
but, just like any light
one day
it must come to an end;
dim, dull, and burnt out
and that day -for her-
came earlier than most
but, God, for those
moments that her light
shined the brightest
she was beautiful
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people call me swatz
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