She is young, kind, and
Beautiful
Although we are not
Nor never will be
I feel kin to her
Like a brother or a cousin even
There are similarities in our
Demeanor
The calm patience in which
She moves through life
With little to no worries
The cool intelligence in her eyes
Never flaunting yet
Undeniably there
The compassion
The understanding
All of this is unsaid between us
It is just felt
Her aura exudes acceptance
Her smile kills
Cause it is my smile
I can not explain this
I do not comprehend
She is not my lover nor crush
She is not my friend
She is not my sister nor cousin
-Yet-
She is my kin
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