Words

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She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;
her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
and her heart is sported book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest sons,
the perfect sonnet,
the most meaningful haiku,
and the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
seconds to love her,
and a lifetime to forget her.

- Unknown

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