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The start of my first and only
I swear I can stare at her for hours,
but just as equally, 
I could turn and walk away. 
I’m convinced, she’s my hero,
each and every time
I close my eyes,
it’s impossible 
not to search for her.  
My hero persists because
she filled this void
left vacant centuries ago. 
Sure, she’s horrendously flawed,
it’s worth noting,
she has this soft glowing scent
a memory trigger for sure. 
I know when she’s close
or has passed through a room,
that beautiful scent of hers
has always tripped me up. 
I can’t quite explain
how all her little triggers
have imprinted on me,
and here I stand
next to my hero
watching her flawed powers
touch and take control.