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 Feel her gravity in your hair
the trial of ages tilts the scale
pour your agony into the fingers searching
through your strands. Release the secrets chiding
each blink of your eyes.
She will murmur a language of hot tea, chocolate
with marshmallows & tuck-ins. Banish terrors
shadowing your shaking breath.
Her weapons are fierce
none can stand against her.


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