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Paths

April 8, 2009

Little mouse caught

with charms

I never see,

hiding

in a strength

she wears as armor,

buries pain

and memory in,

falters

so rarely, but still

needs something more,

knows more

then she realizes,

trying for balance

between history

and present,

a future waiting

for those first steps.

NaPoWriMo Read Write Poem Prompt #8

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