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A Leaf

And she is a leaf.

Her tattered edges, 

frayed by memories.

She is cracked- nearly crippled

by passersby, encompassed by her beauty. 

They reach for her, touch her, 

but they cannot feel her, so they leave her. 

Their fingerprints linger on her skin. 

Cold water runs through her intricate veins. 

The wind blows but she does not move.

She is heavy, weighed down by her heart, 

so filled with loneliness

and water-

cold water. 

She is frail, fragile.

She is delicate, but she does not know it. 

She is a leaf, perfectly ruined.