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Her Gift to You Arts 

Her Gift to You

She used strands of her golden hair

As thread,

To sew the pieces of her heart

Back together,

Her flesh as a blanket,

To keep him warm,

And her bones

As reinforcements,

To keep the house

From crumbling down.

Yet, as he holds the remains

Of her body,


Like an heirloom

Her father passed down to him,

He wonders,

“Has she always been this small?”


Poem by: Fin

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