In a crumbling pavement
I’m a paper thin doll
claiming the strings of my ligaments

right before I fall.

When the darkness holds a war
shifting to the words I conjure
I rattle against the bars

they succumb as a weapon I use.

Behind my strength, a mirage
above my sorrow, I unravel

 true to the glimpse of the battle.

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