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She/Her

She is soft-edges
Scars criss-crossed
on her heart

Her eyes smile
Betraying the depth of
Pain inflicted
on her soul

She is strength
Hardened by words
spoken to
break her

Her smile is warmth
Sadness supressed
Uncorked, bubbling
beneath the surface

She is love
Hear heart beating
her power
into existence

© by Christal February 2019

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