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358 of 365

She stood in the centre of the secret storm.

Cleaning her glasses of the flying dust.

Sporting a straight face.

For all others were too rotten for her style.

They watched from the periphery.

Imagining the best not the worst.

As she donned her scars with pride and a smile.

For her to know and others to wonder why.

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