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Feb 2018
She sweetened her tea
with frosting.
She trimmed her hair
with shears.

And all the while
she felt the same
she knew not better
nor just as much.

She laid her paper
over wounds.
Scratched her words
with diamonds.

Hoping
Quietly
To be better.
The Ember Lion
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The Ember Lion
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