She is made up of that not anyone can understand;
 her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
 and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless. 
 she is the prettiest song,
 the perfect sonnet,
 the most meaningful haiku,
 and the longest novel. 
 it takes a while to read her
 seconds to love her
 and a life time to forget her. 

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 Don't you feel
 these hidden
 eyes watching
 you from every
 angle and silently 
 judging you?

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 Nätterna är våra.