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INHALE EACH MEMORY

EXHALE ITS PAIN

STRIP DOWN THE THOUGHTS

A CHILD SIFTS THROUGH

HER CRAYON BOX

DRAWING ONLY PURPLE

WOUNDS UPON

HER FLESH

SUPERFICIAL MARKINGS

ERASED WITH TIME

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