Her Power
Always the fear of the ambient sounds stopping.
Because she will feel the twirling whispers.
Sometimes she is glowing.
Feeling like everyone can see her shining through.
Just disconnected enough…
To think she is powerful.
To think her tears could ruin the world.
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