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Sep 2014
She was like every sunrise
I had ever seen
gathered in one
beautiful moment of
elevation
So there is this woman and every time I see her smile I just can't seem to think of anything else but that short moment of joy where  I get admire her loveliness. Just for a while. It's all I can ever can do. That's the thing about being strangers. But that's ok. It has to be.
TheBeautyOfYourWords
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