From the light beneath my fingers to the words beyond your eyes...
aside the facets of her face
the (brackets) in her beauty flawed
beside the sweetness of her sweat
the spaces between her broken world
she's soiled.
her hair that falls, her eyes that sleep, her stagger calls ,me, as her mouth calls me deep
apart from the worldly glamour, she lacks walls
the combination with old soul and baby girl
far from alluring swan(GONE), curious ugly duckling cant be shun
she's foiled
her brown eyes speak, with mutual words, never bleak, she comes in herds
aside
beside
apart
far from ... she
is
me
Her hands have ink of light and speak to me through words beyond my eyes, create.
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