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I saw her in my bright red shirt
she was wearing her new white pants
it was a radiant display
a defined girl
a saddened woman
no one questioned her eyes
no one entered her world
loneliness can be more painful 
than the slice of a dagger
loneliness can be more devouring 
than flames
now she is the flames
for once there is life
wild energy
calmly undulating
all within her realm
all the while she passes by me
in my bright red shirt
new white pants
a gentle spirit looking ahead
seeing through the sage smoked windows