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she watches the sunsets likea butterfly steps out the
cocoon for the first time,
and for a while
he wanted to be the
one being looked at
by her like that.
it was enticing, so captivating
watching her
watch the sunset,
how her eyes speckled
bright, with flecks
of green and gold
dancing around
her almond-shaped eyes.
it was funny, really
how he spent days
conjuring up the perfect
set of words
that would make her
turn away and
look at him
like he was one of the sunsets
out on the horizon
she spent hours looking at.
but he was invisible
just like the rest of the people
strolling in the park
and she is unaware
of his existence
so he refuses
to let her know
of it,
and just watches her
watch the sunset,
for it's all that he could do.
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Poesía; where i waged wars with my demons and handcrafted words from my black-stained fingertips