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She is so broken inside it is painful to see
that growth from the seed of trauma
with a cold, weeping soul vacant of respite
moving through life as if she walks
through hot tar, trudging through
until it hardens and she is once again trapped
held motionless like a sidewalk tree
fenced in to keep the dogs away
landscaped for prettiness but dying in the city street
suffocating from the toxins put out by men