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Duskborn
Oh
She is duskborn
Patterned after the people who gave up
On her
Leaving a resolve of strength
Leaving a faultline partition of pain
But she breathes in, wildflower and July air
She walks forward all the same
Potted plants overflowing,
calluses and the crime
Of having too open a heart
Blooming like dragon’s breath against the hearth
Of a soul much like a mine shaft
…Uncorked light feeds its way through
And unbeknownst to most,
Her passion for love is her greatest craft
They wouldn’t know a freckle from a teardrop,
Though…
They don’t know what to do
With you.
Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026
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