The Provenance

Jaded, she was not—
but realized she could not
understand herself;
how she learned to
accept every flaw,
every peculiarity, every
about him

Never even
thinking twice if
it was what she really
she knows what
she really wanted—

He was
not in the slightest
what she wanted

but he
outshone the rest

Probably the enigmatic
demeanor caught
it does not

She could not
even let herself feel
at ease
in front of
him, even beside;
her body had
a mind of its
the rhythm
of the
heart misheard.

What is this?
It does not matter.

She dislikes the mess,
but indulges
herself and never

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