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what sets her apart?

what tears her apart?

Her natural magnetism  overthrows every known equilibrium. She has a fire in her veins and her symmetry is unadulterated and pure. Nothing touches her.  Prolonged wars wage outside and within her, and yet it’s a perpetual hazy summer in her world and it will always be.

 In her vacant eyes, you can sift through archaeologies of dead promises, other worlds, dying stars and flashing lights. her eyes crave familiarity.  her motion speaks in unsound paradoxes.  the honey hues in her wide eyes are accentuated with every blossoming thought. her gaze, an abstract force. though, spoken words fail her half the time. paragraphs are written and etched in her bones yet decay at her verbal impotence. irreconcilable lexical differences, one might say. she’s misunderstood in modern english, everyday english and every conventional english articulation her heart seems to utter. an unsung hero of her own bittersweet ballad, she blossoms in her celestial silence.