The Things They Noticed.


It's in the way she curls her
toes
when she stretches
and
closes her eyes when she sings

It's in the way she plays with her
hair
when she's nervous
and
stutters to explain what she means

It's in the way she holds her
hands
when she sleeps
and
stares when she thinks no one's looking

It's in the way she counts
when she walks
and
hums when she's working

that I realized how beautiful she is.

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