my girl

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MY GIRL IS A WRITER AND SHE WRITES AND WRITES HER WORDS AND SOMETIME ALONG THE WAY SHE'S WRITTEN HERSELF INTO MY DNA.

MY GIRL SHINES FROM THE STARS AND SINGS FROM THE RAINDROPS AND FLOATS WITH THE FLOWERS AND SHE EXUDES THAT LIGHT THAT WARMS ME TO MY TOES.

MY GIRL GLOWS IN MY CHEST AND OPENS MY EYES AND MAYBE IT'S BAD HOW MUCH SHE'S HELPED ME WHEN I HAVEN'T DONE NEARLY ENOUGH FOR HER.

SHE DUSTS MY EYELASHES WHEN I WALK PAST A BAKERY OR A FLOWER SHOP AND I'M SEARCHING, SEARCHING FOR HER SMILE.

SHE ECHOES IN MY EARS WHEN THE SILENCE IS BUZZING TOO LOUD AND SHE'S ALL THAT'S GETTING ME THROUGH IT.

SHE SAYS SHE CAN'T DANCE, BUT HER STEPS THROUGH LIFE CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS SUCH. SHE LIVES AND STUMBLES AND BREATHES AND I'M IN LOVE WITH EVERY MOVEMENT.

MY GIRL STOLE MY HEART AND RAN AWAY WITH IT AND SHE'S SO FAR AWAY BUT SOMEDAY I'LL BE RUNNING TO HER, AND SHE'LL BE RUNNING TO ME, AND WE CAN BE.

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