My whispers are hushed like a breeze through the leaves.
My eyes are creamy like dark chocolate.
But penetrating like the night.
My stature, strong, but withdrawn.
My lips have a lot to say, but are closed.
My brow, wrinkles with a story.
My bone structure is small like a fairy, but resistant like oak.
My shoulders carry weight it shouldn't be.
My feet have traveled like a missionary.
My scras show my survival.
My body language is incomplete.
I am missing you.
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