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… packing up

A little black-haired girl sits in a room next to the bed and collects her things in a gray backpack

for everything that never was,
for miracles that never came,
for childhood by terror marred,
for shadow creep, and ruby stain,
  
for daymares and for friendless weeks
that stretch out to eternity,
there comes a time for packing up
your few last things
and nameless

need
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