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She is laughing; she tosses her hair back and she laughs at the world who cannot hope to match her stride. She meets eyes unashamedly, she is radiant with confidence. She is shy, timid, her eyes are downcast and her cheeks are mottled red. Her words are whispers, her breaths are sighs. She is a sly smile. She is a soft whisper in his ear. She does not seem to know who she is. He wants to peel back the layers. (though they are both afraid that what lies beneath is ugly.) He wants to speak to her. But the words are stuck in his throat, suffocated with the absence of oxygen and he has nothing to give her. He wonders if there

She is laughing; she tosses her hair back and she laughs at the world who cannot hope to match her stride. She meets eyes unashamedly, she is radiant with confidence. She is shy, timid, her eyes are downcast and her cheeks are mottled red. Her words are whispers, her breaths are sighs. She is a sly smile. She is a soft whisper in his ear. She does not seem to know who she is. He wants to peel back the layers. (though they are both afraid that what lies beneath is ugly.) He wants to speak to her. But the words are stuck in his throat, suffocated with the absence of oxygen and he has nothing to give her. He wonders if there