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i: a poem


Don’t mistake her
Passion as fragility,
For once she sank
Into the depths of Hell;
The fire almost
Drowning her,
But she resurfaced.
She healed her burns
Not letting them
Close her off,
But open her up,
Wearing her scars
As display of newfound
Power over herself.
Her beauty is fierce
And
Her love is fiery;
She gives heart
But
Is far from the damsel.


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