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May 2015
i was named from out of the fires.
from out of the decaying darkness,
from out of the softly screaming redemption
i was plucked.
i will no longer weep for the love of family;
for the love of those who resent my breath,
who sigh at my pain and reject my anguish.
they shall one day fade unwanted
back into the very fires
from which they stole me.
Katie Grace Notman
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Katie Grace Notman  London
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