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A frame holds the thousands of words you stand for,
Strong, kind, serious, different,
All of the words anyone can use to describe you,
Everything which you had been known as,
Wish I had known you myself.
Seeing your frozen face,
A slight grin, but your serious eyes,
I see what you felt,
But what I never really knew.
Your portrait holds my key to understanding you,
For who you truly were.
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