I will not see you
and I will be particularly
beautiful.
I am still the sort of woman
who wants to shout
out confessions into the air.
I will unleash
all of my galaxies. Turn men
into dust.
There is no more shell
of a girl. Nothing fragile
to find here.
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Congratulations on your 100 poem goal. It's been a pleasure reading your beautiful words even though (I think) some of them encompass the difficult times in your life. I hope you keep on writing. <3
Thank you for following (it really does mean a lot -- I rarely get comments here, although I know I have a lot of secret followers, so it means so much when someone says a hello of sorts).<3 It was a strange experiment! My only worry is that I won't write nearly as much next year, without the arbitrary goal.
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