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11:37 pm

i used to feed/

on ashes/

of a burned/

Heart/

i built

| walls |

to fortify my soul

i was still

an 8 year old child/

magnetized to her mother's shirt/

and then you appeared/

like an otherwordly being/

and b

r

o

k

e

down my

|walls|

and constructed in me a new/ Heart

what once

was ashes/

now a crystal dome/

still - under construction -

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