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as i looked at her
i thought of the future,
would i ever know who she was
and how she existed?
surely some ethereal
being in the form
of human beauty
was sitting before me...

and for the first time,
i was unsure how to proceed -
was she confusing my thoughts,
taking them from my head
before they had a chance to form?

all i knew was that
i needed her -
and was afraid
i'd never be as
beautiful as she