Kettle & Sage

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I knew a girl much stronger than me.

she wore her failures like a cape,

her bruises like dust,

her worries as butterflies,

gone as quick as they land.

I wear my failures like a collar,

my bruises like a tattoo,

my worries as snow in December,

frozen until winter’s end.

she was me and I was her,

but it doesn’t feel like that,

now.

now I wonder who she was,

what she’d be doing

now.

I wonder if I’ll know her again.

Or if she’s gone,

buried under

the

snow.

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