there is truth in her eyes,
it looks like the dew after a sunrise.
and there are stars in her hair,
the ones that have no constellation to share.
she is the universe,
bending its way into nonexistence,
but shaping its way into your favorite instance.
the one where you kiss the bridge of her nose.
the one that leads to the windows
of her everchanging soul.
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