She is not lost.
She's not who you thought she was
She's not who you said she was
She's everything she has been
instead,
all along
Not lost.
She's just what you're finding out
Since you took the room to doubt
The picture of her you snapped,
and colored the gaps,
outside her lines,
to proceed along
without.
She is not lost.
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