a beautiful mind, pious
imperfection lies in that she is
sometimes tongue-tied and
blatantly contaminated with
raging lament,
raving about the days prior to
underscores of boredom...
unfortunately, she was never
afforded the knowledge that
her divinity lies dormant under
scores of
white lies and a
poorly-placed
layer of
superficiality
but i have faith that
one day, surely
she'll see--
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