Until you cut your hair
I didn't realize how sharp your beauty was
Your eyes were slits made on your skin
Your teeth could tear through anything
Your nose was pointed
Just like your chin
And maybe for most people
There was no beauty to be found in your face
But behind that sharpness that put blades to shame
There was something so soft and pure
That made me too afraid to
Reach out and touch you
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