I am her Old Soul

When she smiles a tad different with her lower lips sliding to the right at an angle more than she usually does, I take notice

Or when she takes a little longer reading a page of a novel, like when the eyes don’t move but fix to a point and mind lost in oblivion, I take notice

Or when the tone of her voice oscillates a little, she projects nothing is wrong, but I know, for I take notice

Her glare, her stare, her guffaws, her talks, I read them all clearly like an open book for I am her old soul

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