She looks out for me
Lost in a time and space when I knew her
Her hair like straw and her eyes like fire
Living in a forest thick and dense with memories
Where clasping branches become thickets and growing flames
burn on her doorstep
Twisting out words through her lips like smoke
The wind dances and moves through her the way I
wish to
Her eyes close and darkness holds the landscape
Isolation has frozen her skin and her breath has caused
cities to fall
She has lost herself amongst the passing hours
And as time moves she haunts me
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