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Dec 2013
Two years old and she stared at the stains in the snow,
Engaged by the diamond flame
And bewildered by beauty that falls from the sky

Five years old and she still didn’t know
How to pronounce her brother’s name
And didn’t until the day that he died

Seven years old and left to cope
With a flame of her own—inside

Seven years old and empty of hope
Until the day that she died
Emma N Boyer
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Emma N Boyer  Minocqua, WI | Culver, IN
(Minocqua, WI | Culver, IN)   
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