Comfort

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☾ Comfort ☽

She found comfort

In the simplest things.

A sharpened knife

A slow sad song.

Tear stains on her cheeks

Warmth running down her hands.

Such simple pleasures

For a complex little girl.

But who are you to judge

Her comforts?

~s.k.m❋

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