her

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she walks the halls
unknown of her true beauty
her skin is flawless
i can never find the slightest imperfection
her eyes are like the ocean and the sun
for they begin a soft blue
with texture similar of waves
and shrink into a bright yellow
like the sun on a warm afternoon
when she smiles
the room she is in gets brighter immediately
i want to show her what true love is
but im scared
scared of my own actions
scared i will break her
and turn her and myself fragile
because we would be all we need
and my foolish anxieties could demolish
everything

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