Scarlet

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The taste of blood seeps unto her tongue
From biting her lip too hard
Pupils dilated
Hands closed but heart open
Soul outstretched beyond
The limitations once thought for it
Legs growing past size of the pants once bought for them
Hair wild
Unstructured and free just like this poem
Where do we go from here ?

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