painting stars

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her hair part
is right down the middle
the unruly curls

where does it even start
her beauty is in a riddle
there's constellations

in her emotions
there's angels singing
when i see her smiling

she's beautiful
when she walks in a room everyone stops to stare
i just wish she could see me like i see her
right there

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