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50. I am she

I am she

The girl they couldn‟t fathom in the depths of joy

Carrying her cross like a silver line

Words like bullets ready to keep the vampires at bay

Creatures;

The only entities she could relate with as she is not of the earth

Her resemblance is that of Pluto‟s dream to existence.

She is that dream.

A whole dream deferred to make space in time

For milky ways to find their way home

After sojourning through the black hole

I am she

The girl who turned woman as her age came to high moon

I am she

And you can never cease gazing upon my tenement.

Is that why you lust and eventually feed on me?

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