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She was strange,
Just for them three.
She didn’t use makeup, no.
She didn’t dye her hair, no.
She didn’t have tattoos, no.
Nor piercings, nor any expansion.
No.
She was herself, yes.
Her body was the same,
Without any modification.
Because of that,
They thought she was strange.
Behind her they were,
They couldn’t reach her.
They were the opposite as her,
But couldn’t be the same.
Jealous they were; born the hate.
That didn’t matter to anyone else.
Just three against an entire place.
Different as they,
Everyone else was;
They didn’t hate her,
Nor thought she was strange,
It was exactly the opposite:
Amazing she was.
“How can it be?”
Questions were asked,
While she walked,
Confident of herself
And with that
Beautiful smile.
“Everything in her,
Is real.”
Others answered.
They couldn’t believe it,
That it still existed.
Anyone would believe it,
The reality still existed!
And with her,
Everyone could see it,
Because: she
Was real.
.
.
.
The silence filled the place,
The new, he didn’t want to tell.
Eyes filled with tears,
He looked at all of them.
“She’s gone.”
He finally declared.
Questions were heard,
Just one answer existed:
“False.”
.
.
.
She wasn’t real.
.
.
.
Just as everyone knew:
Reality didn’t exist.
Joke, tale or fable;
It was just silliness.
And with her,
Everyone could see it.
She was,
Just the same at the others.
Everything in her,
She was herself, yes.
But not everything was herself.
.
.
.
She didn’t use makeup, no.
She didn’t dye her hair, no.
She didn’t have tattoos, no.
Nor piercings, nor any expansion.
No.
She was herself, no.
Because what
Everyone loved as truth
Was the most false of that tale:
And the 'beautiful' smile
Was the body of the tale.
