When I first saw her write
I thought her handwriting was illegible
But her words were beautiful
Like a supermodel with all her makeup on
Her thoughts were clouded
But her mind was a mess of brainstorm; flooded with words
Clarity hovered a long distance from her persona
Even though her mental room was unkept
Her ideas were stacks of perfectly arranged order
I stared in the mirror a second time to make sure I wasn’t seeing things
I wasn’t
I actually turned out to be all I dreamed of

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