Solitude

I envy her

That girl

all alone outside, in a sea of people

I want to wrap myself

in her poisoned plumes

hazy clouds

of ash grey,

stone blue,

and vibrant violet

weave lazy figure eights

around her perfect form

a gauzy veil

surrounds her

Dictating distance

with

venemous warning

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