she was me, in a more indulgent life
she smiled with my face, in a prettier frame
she smelt of my experience, with a wiser perception
she had the ideas before me
she had the moments first
she was first
but I love her
first
in all the moments
for all the ideas
with all my experience
with my own face
with out indulgence
I love her
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