You

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Your silence has always disturbed me,

It doesn't suit your loud mouth.

Your poise has always stunned me,

As you move through even though it can get tough.

Your beauty has always stunned me,

For you are one to be envious of.

You, in all your glory,

With your flaws and all your scars,

Has never ceased to astound me.

And now, home is where you are

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