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Mar 2020
She was Obsidian

but she longed to be diamond
to be mused upon and praised
to be called beauty
to live unyieldingly, unbreakable
to be sought after and desired


but she was dark and hardened
jagged and sharp
extruded from a rupture in the earth
birthed from heat and ash
she was raw and true
and she was breakable.

she was obsidian
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Katherine e  20/F
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