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As I wondered through her veins

a small silence covered

and coated my skin

anxious with fear and hopefulness

as though I would become

astray in her mind

an abstract path of

abuse revealed it's darkness

absolving the black cloud of

allegiance with a ruler who

always defied and destroyed

added and subtracted their own laws

As I travelled throughout I saw

accounts of trauma and horror

actions of manipulation

attrition of well being that had caused

a beautiful creation who was

amiable

and

amicable

to be turned into a fallen

tree a now apathetic cold cup of

tea no one would drink

this journey had no clear ending

this journey had no clear lesson

this journey had exposed terrors

this journey...

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