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  Dec 2018 Hannah Christina
ryn
So that my fist
would relent and bloom
like a flower
given rain and sun.

So that one day
it might unfurl
to willingly take what comes.
  Dec 2018 Hannah Christina
Iz
I tremble as I face the beast
Beaten and worn
I stand
His words are birthed from acid
His skin is solid steel
Those eyes
They pierce me
Like jaded daggers
Blood fills my lungs as my vision goes black
This is a battle I will die fighting
Who is your beast?
Hannah Christina Nov 2018
clean

so very clean



thank you.
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