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  • There she is.
    Eyes dim, voice almost nonexistent, smile smaller than the smallest particle known to man.
    Contact of any kind seemed to be her worst day...

    But imagine, the night comes....
    There she is.
    Eyes grander than the moon, shrills of overwhelming joy, smile further than out of this world.
    You touch her and she glows.
    Skin made of magic you couldn't even imagine. But I'm gonna need you to try.

    If love and joy and realness could be personified, she was it.
    The brown of her eyes told stories you'd never think to hear, the gentleness of her bold voice spoke unto you new ways to feel.

    Now imagine, you never knew that...
    There she is.
    Sitting there in what seemed to be darkness and you don't take the chance.
    So she sits and builds up her love and light and joy
    For the person that'll sit down with her by day and by night.
    -tee smith.
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