Do you know why I found her?
Because she was hurt
Do you know why she was hurt?
Because she was beautiful
Do you know why she was beautiful?
Because I found her
And what is she now that she's gone?
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She's just gone
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And happy
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And still beautiful
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
