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"I MET HER FINALLY She is not a flower or a miracle, But a human with a heart raw and soft. She is prettier than any blossom, spread across my garden, For she never wilt nor held a thorn. She dared and she cared. Into her eyes that shone, I couldn't gaze out for a second. I could hear her heart, Throbbing in lullabies, A rhythm I found my comfort in. Her smile could lit up my sky, Illuminating the grey to blue. If you read my breaths mumble, You'd know it's the song of your name."

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