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Feb 2018
In a dark, faraway cave
where she was alone.
Her heart was a statue
made of rock solid stone.

Words scratched frequently
at the gray, sharp rock.
Batterings and stabs
she used this stone as a block.

Until one day the words shifted
The words were no longer hurtful and cold.
These words pounded at the rock
and the gravel turned into gold.
Crystal Freda
Written by
Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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