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"She was beautiful,  but not in thw beautiful ways you might like to think so
 
she did not have hair that dripped gold
 
her eyes were not the color of the cold sea
 
her smile was crooked and bent
 
her lips were chapped and thiin 
 
she did not have a gentle laugh
 
nor did she speak humble thoughts
 
but she was bautiful
 
in the way the shore kisses white feet
 
the way the moon hides itself in the curtain of darkness
 
she was bautiful in the way wind dances in hair
 
and in the way shy lovers hold hands
 
she was bautiful in the way of morning hair and black coffe,
 
 and the love poems that live in each broken heart 
 
spillng red oil into blue lungs, 
 
suffocating happiness right out of it's shell,
 
 and she was bautiful
 
 because she refused to taste sadness 
 
even when that was the only thing she had left to eat."
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