kalopsia | ✓

april

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she sat on the edge of the concrete,
feet dangling dangerously
but not as much as
her emotions were;
it has been another day of being
unheard, unsung, undiscovered;
she was obscured, slowly fading
away like the late afternoon sunlight
there wasn't much she could
do about it
sunsets could never be the sun
no matter how pretty;
the singular teardrop resting in the corner of her eye slips down her frangipani skin ─ eventually,
as the warm april wind at dusk
kissed her hair
and she breathed, finally letting
go off the edge
and she breathed,
and breathed, and breathed.

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