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Garden
The bandage on her wrist
soaked in the bodies tears
fell onto the clear ground,
in a short termed twist.
Her aches and her fears
flew out of the garden of bruise
making a rose loose a petal;
It danced across her skin
and hurt like burning metal
to finally sing the lost word
that hasn't been pronounced in years.
The rain finally stained her cheeks
as her thoughts tainted her envelope
she accepted being weak
and let go of the word,
hope.
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