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May 2020
And the porcelain statues looked down on me.
Rose buds emerged from their parted lips, and water ran from my fingers.
White marble stained with blue water and red blood.
My skin stiffened to stone, and I melted as the flowers bloomed.
Written by
Kendra
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   Colm and Anna Josephine
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