Stupid bitch!
Do you know me?
She asked
Do you know me at all, really?
Then I saw her for real
In that one clear instant
I saw through the perfect make-up
I saw past the high cheek bones and into her mind
I saw beyond her sharp intellect and razor wit
I saw the scared little girl I thought was at the core
then looked into the tiniest pin prick of brilliant light that she really was -
Joy and love and mirth
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