her.

Real,
Unchained words,
Dripped from her painted lips,
And a smile framed her face perfectly,
She was the purest anecdote,
The sharpest tack,
The sweetest tune,
And the quickest fall I have ever felt.
She was above all,
A fragment of time,
A smile lost in the crowd, 
A stranger captured perfectly in the moment,
A true glimpse of how freedom looks,
And she wore it so well. 

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