The Girl I Let Go

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A curly mess of black hair,
Sitting atop a pale rosy face,
Calm cool green eyes,
And lips red as honeycrisps,
This is the girl I let go.

Her voice was sweet honey,
Her tone always soft,
She never shouted or barked,
She never angered, ever,
This is the girl I let go.

She always knew when to push me,
She always knew my space,
Her eyes would always glisten,
If I were to ever cry,
This is the girl I let go.

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