Naked she stands
This beautiful thing unwavering
Her eyes are shards of glass
And her skin runs on for miles
She's made it
Iron has been forged in her gut
It has weighed her down
But she stands tall
Dawn breaks slowly
Light shatters and bends across her
She runs to the cliff
And jumps for herself
- for the fighting
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PoetryI write poetry to discover and rediscover parts of myself that are lost sometimes, each piece reconvening back into a few short stanzas. I hope you enjoy the following pieces as much as I enjoy writing them. - Liv Lepisto *COMPLETED*
