I don't see her beauty. I don't hear her voice. Her flush is invisible. She is strong, and she will fight for what she believes in. Her words touch me like no other, just by her words. She doesn't whisper when she speaks. I am the one hiding behind my words and thoughts. I wish I could see it was from her beauty. My thoughts of her trap me from my heart. How can I feel about being there before? We are two voices behind each heart.
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