She was sandwiched between the pages of un-belonging,
She was bloom pressed within sepia book of sad
lost longing,
She was the foot-print upon cold shore, now
washed away,
She was the butterfly in winter, now not permitted
to stay,
She was the breath of wind, who had forgotten
to breathe,
She was un-belonging in this life & was
told to now leave.
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