her eyes dimmed and her hair thinned.
her body went limp, she blended into the crowd.
frost formed on the tip of her nose.
her fingers went numb and her lips felt cold.
life was such a beautiful sight.
a boy blows bubbles and a girl flies her kite.
a kite that flies in a painted sky.
I painted it this time.
with my mind left behind
her heart bled the colors
I used as war paint for mine.
she landed and left with her feet off the ground.
leaving behind an unfamiliar sound.
machinery replaced the warmth I knew.
the gears turned and grinded,
until she was no longer you.
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