She ripped the leaf
Off the stolen apple
And wrote her name
Before letting it go
To the rapid winds;
She whispered,
“One day,
You’ll find me”
For now
She wears her face
As she walks and talks
In a starless world,
She’ll make her mark
Find her strength
Before her name
Finds her again
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