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stronger

her face is fickle and freckled

her smile is no property, but

constellation

she can turn cartwheeled circles around them

electricity flicking off of her curls

she takes black coffee now

so don't spoon-feed her

she's got spring fever and 

ferver in the winter

she's been tounge tied by 

eyes and lies but she is her own batte cry

she is dry lightning

only thunder can see her coming.




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