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SHE

she walks with her head down

she does not speak

her jaws are clenched 

and her fingers pick at skin 

a knot seems to always be lodged into her throat 

the she is alone

No one sees it

No one sees her for who she is for

She has chained herself up to a tower of rotten flesh

that smells and leaks of fluid

but she will not let go

the tower that once brought her confiden...

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