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She Was
"And then they realized. She was not a girl. She was a canvas.
A canvas made of sunsets and pianos, oceans and words.
Imperfection splotches of colors like a rainbow made of eternity
she was the mountains and the sky with wings made of coffee and gold.
she was a voice, quiet, no, a riot.
she was humble. she was not. she was confident by choice and arrogant by default.
she was a painting, a song.
she was a deep breath, a psychotic break.
A potent mixture of joy and sorrow, memory and magic.
She was, if you will, a dog and a cat.
The canvas that she was, so simple, so intricate -
Understandable and misunderstood, like a child so old.
the colors of her soul
painted the wind and the earth.
She was a human.
Not a girl.
A human, awash with
beauty
and life.
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This is a poem about every girl.