SWEATER WEATHER W/ NO SWEATER
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She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings
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"Close your eyes and picture a soft morning light.
That's how it felt like to love her; warmth."
There was a magnificent human
shining brightly behind her shy.
She did not want love,
she wanted to be loved.
And that -
was entirely different.
She was the light of the morning.
The way she talked
about the things she loved
made the whole room turn
to see what shone.
Sweater weather
w/ no sweater.
She was one of the rare ones,
so effortlessly herself,
and the world loved her for it.
Poems + quotes by ATTICUS
Bricelj Neza
Creative + Art Director / Photographer
@briceljneza
W www.iamneza.com
W www.iamneza.com
