To realize she is beautiful
even in her broken state.
With tears in her eyes,
and her heart ripped out.
It's the kind of beauty you need to
slow down for.
The type that requires fine eyes.
So that you might see the way
she thinks about her life.
She speaks about it like it is not hers to live,
but hers to share.
Because she can see all the room to spare.
For nothing is useful without space.
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