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Apr 2017
I used to tell myself
I owed anyone nought
but that's no longer true.
I owe too much.

For the lightness left behind,
I write and bleed out my ink
to all of those I've deprived
of letting go deep into me.

Call me now the Unfair Goddess of Light
as I set on fire the past
and steer the beat of our hearts.
Just to never look back.
Karen
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