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Jan 2018
My world stood neath a jilted sky
My thoughts had dried I cried stone tears
That fell for fathoms in the well
Of my young and tender years
I lift my head, find hope, resolve
No everlasting pain for me
I'm flower indestructible
Can't be stamped, forever free
Megan Sherman
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