I wake up and see her
Nonchalantly viewing her beauty
I turn to her
Her eyes barely flitter
Failing to meet mine I gaze and sit there
I kiss her lips know warmth truly
Who is the beauty
I can’t touch her cheek
For her face is woven
The material is weak
How fooled the adolescent
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