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Monday, July 8, 2024
Girl by Sana Vasi
She spoke with a lilt that tickled her lips—
words tripping over themselves
in a desperate attempt to be heard.
She moved with a clumsy grace
and clutched onto tangled thoughts
that writhed and twisted in limp, fragile hands.
When she closed her eyes, trails of dandelion fluff
flitted through dust-speckled doorframes—
so she smiled and made a wish.
Where did she go,
this girl of sharp edges and feather-light reveries?
Do they even know she’s gone?
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