She came to me in a whirlwind of majestic simplicity times three.
Her ethereal beauty stood out in a way that could not be explained.
Unpredictable, one might call it,
with a touch of charisma that you could sense from miles away.
She was out of this world with her bright purple hair,
roots coated in black.
Her skin the color of a ripe green apple.
The ones on mother’s table that never had a chance to rot.
This world was never enough for her,
always in search for the lovely underneath this cruel eclipse.
Finding nothing never surprised her,
yet it always disappointed her.
Leaving as quickly as she came,
this was never her home.
Crying her back,
in hopes of a return.
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