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She

Bright as burning flames
Or the fallen leaf in mourn;
Promising as a sunrise after the storm,
Or a quiet ripple in the making;
Never nothing;
And always breathing.
In smile and tears she bleeds;
And stands committed to the self
As she proceeds.
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