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Jun 2015
She did not find the grim
in falling apart. For
every time she found herself
to be broken, she knew
she was brutally remaking
herself, and collapsing
to be reborn like a
rioting star; haunting the
dark sky.

**© R.M. Drake
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Cyrille Octaviano
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