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Anne Frank



The girl was a bone, 

a stick held 

upright 

by the fierce, unyielding passion 

of her mind

alone.

She smiled

and she was beautiful,

so beautiful

I could cry

for joy

and shout to the hills;

but when I closed her book,

she was dead.

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