Imagine this.
Someone so kind you'd think an angel had fallen from the sky.
Someone so passionate and caring you feel selfish beside her.
Someone so beautiful, models envy her.
This girl is innocent, fragile and wise beyond her years.
As delicate as a flower and as daring as a flame.
She is alluring,
and Humble.
She is real and unreal.
In a word, she is perfect.
But perfect is not suitable.
Anything can be named perfect.
She is utopian.
She is my sister.


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