She loved to hear people talk,

listen to what’s more than which meets the eye.

She yearned to study them,

understand their lives, help their downfalls

She learned from their stories,

her life was a ruthlessly edited masterpiece.

It was all a beautiful picture till she found

her imperfect mystery; him.

He was everything she searched her entire life,

 all her flaws mutated to variant passions.

He became her sole enigma

and he never knew.


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