That you have not
Read my words
Heard each sound
Wondered at me
That you have not
Looked into my eyes
Seen my soul
Marveled at me
That you have not
Asked a million questions
Noticed my patterns
Seen my light
That you have not
Felt my rhythm
Danced to my song
Wanted endless time
I'm imperfect
My imperfection
Is my charm
That not all see
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