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This path has become hell.

Time,
you’ve done wrong
-Courage fights on.

A liberating, standing kind of courage,
the fire births -her heart
where nothing is held hostage
like blight of mind.

Crouching in the corner,
her eyes tell all
-Courage fights on.

Life proposes, sand washes
to cover her feet
seed weed dancing to her thoughts
caught by paper clips -staples.

Yet this time,
yes, this time
-Courage fights on.

Poetry

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