She was a dissonance ,
so wild ,
so untamed ,
such a big mess ;
and she looked at his eyes and how his existence danced in beautiful harmony ,
with such consonance ,
such a precious melody ,
tuning in with the frequency of the world .
She knew her dissonance could never belong here .
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