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the way her eyes
crinkled with joy.
the room filled with
her boisterous laughter.
but it looked like
she was always trying.
trying to be perfect.
trying to be the one for me.
but all along she never knew,
she was the one.
she was mine.
perfect, no matter what.
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Poetryblue |bloo| melancholy, sad, or depressed. sad and lonely in a strange city. poems are written by me. Copyright © 2018 by @aaryaeh
