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She laughs.
Her eyes light up,
Her voice carries over and around the earth,
Tucking it in like a child going to bed,
Her lips curve up
And that dimple appears
Only in her right cheek.
And she is beautiful.
More beautiful than I could ever hope to be.
So I don’t.

She cries.
Her eyes fill up
Her voice carries through and around the sky
Striking it like lightning touching the earth.
Her lips curve up
And a tear trickles down
Only one on her left cheek.
And she is beautiful.
More beautiful than I could ever hope to be.
So I don’t.

She screams
Her eyes go cold
Her voice carries through and through your heart
Stone cold and piercing like an arrow.
Her lips curve up
And her teeth are bared.
And she is beautiful.
More beautiful than I could ever hope to be.
So I don’t.

She lies.
Her eyes close.
Her voice is stopped up in her chest
And no one can hear it.
Her lips are cold,
Pale and lifeless.
And she is beautiful.
More beautiful than I could ever hope to be.
So I don’t.
Because though Juliet can capture any Romeo alive
Rosalind captured him first.