she is like art.
not always beautiful.
not always comprehensible.
and she doesn't always makes sense.
but she makes you feel something.
exactly like art.
every single part of her body
is an unbelievable piece of art.
so precious and fragile
-like the wing of a butterfly
that you're almost afraid to touch her.
she is art,
and she's not yours.
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Poetryich versuch hier das chaos in meinem kopf in poesie zu verwandeln