every night she woke up and looked into the
hoping for someone to look back at
she raised her hand to her face, her
hand came back wet
she thought to herself, "Am I
Then she closed her eyes, weeping
herself to sleep,
a mournful lullaby.
every day she mindlessly had
pass through one ear and out the
she was drowning in exhaustion.
she couldn't speak
she cried out with no sound,
"give me my voice back!"
Only silence answered.
She sat down shaking with
distress and sorrow.
an every dusk she stared at the
feeling a sense of longing
she reached her hand to the sun
then her feet stumbled forward
this caught her off guard.
Someone was pushing her forward,
telling her "to come find us"
she picked up her feet,
she started to run
she ran to the dusk,
searching for the magic in the twilight.
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