c i t a d e l

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her body is a fortress

her frame a hidden temple

beautiful, fortified, untouched

its existence was whispered

like a secret

adrift on the wind

a cord pulled taught

tiny fractures run along its surface

skin and bones on the verge of collapse

s t i l l

s t i l l

they cling together

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