Eye of The Hurricane

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I am raw

Nothing but blemished skin

(Naked to the burns of the beholder)

I am nothing but a butterfly

Caught in a jar

A shattered star

Just ash and dust

I am a flower

Its petals shriveled

But even when

I am all those things

I still remain

The eye of the hurricane.

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