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Nov 2011
This brainstorm
Is menacing
Coming from a handless maiden
Made of steel
Her scattering feels unreal
We cleared her orchard bare
After writing her name on petals from there
She went where she was called
But there's a line drawn in the earth
You can only see it if you're one of us
We didn't care about her hard injuries
Her inborn curse of death and disease
Her twisted soul and her cruel destiny
The natural disasters aligned with her feet
The wrong turns taken by strands in her genes
The soporifics that put her to sleep
The poison that we put in her dreams
All cause she was different from you and me
Lucy Tonic
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