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she is winter personified

she was paler than a winter morning
her hand cold as ice
and always shaking
as she was petrified and on guard
we hair was long and messy
and hadn't touched a brush in weeks
her lips were always painted a darker color
and her hands were always hidden in the sleeves of her sweater.
she was tired.
the bags under her eyes were a deep purple
walking around like she couldn't care less
even without trying
she owned the room, and she knew it.
she would walk in with her eyes on the floor
smelling like midnight and flowers and arctic monkeys
and even without making eye contact
she'd draw all attention to her.
she was spectacular
one of a kind
a rose filled with thorns in a field full of daisies
she was unique
she was beautiful
her face looked like pure poetry
her voice sounded like beautiful music
and yet she didn't even know.
this girl is you.