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Girl
Her beauty far greater than I can comprehend… wait. Haven’t I said this before? Oh well. The point is I swear she is an elf with the beauty of the moon. A lithe woman who sees straight through me. I don’t dare cross her, either, or she’ll smash me into a wall. But then again, who can’t?(ha ha. So says my family. Whatever.) Every step she takes is that of a catalyst, yet softer than a falling cherry blossom. The kindness that radiates from her makes my own look dim and shallow and comparison. Oh God. I’m losing my mind. Oh well.
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oh. and I called the poem Fey, not Girl.