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Adieu, Pour Toujours

The wind whips along the edges of my face and I feel the cold darkness slips out my feet as they dangle off the ledge of the building; the world below me continues to move on as I sit and watch them love and breathe: live.

There is something in the air around my heart,
how it aches at the site of such brightness.

My hair curls up and around my cheeks and ears when I close my eyes and imagine the way it would be without some one like me, though not in any type of dark way; merely a thought billowing out from under a caged hallway.

A smile forms when I think of words ending,
it seems most appropiate now.

I stand on the ledge, turn and walk back through the white rusted door, shutting it behind me though look back. I meet the handle, kiss it goodbye and turn the key before sliding it away under the door. It is time, I think before I speak,

"Adieu, pour toujours."
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