Broken


You reside in the outskirts of
my mind.
Presented to me as a beautifully
packaged gift,
you are the calm before the
calm of the storm.
You were an unfinished book,
or an un-rescued soul;
but either way, I
loved you.
Nobody loves a woman because
she is beautiful,
nor do they lust after what is
buried beyond the
reach of humanity.
You smiled often,
and much.
And that touched me
more than words ever could.

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