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Jan 23
I sat back with a breath,
Folding my hands as if
I had just wiped them
And the corners of my
Mouth.
â€ĻI had resigned. It was
None of my business
Anymore.
I realized how full I felt
With the empty plate
Now before me, waiting
For something new to
Decorate it.
It would be colorful.
New and unexpected,
Alive.
Written by
Sia Harms
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