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She Never Knew Love

she never knew love
served soft upon silver plates
so she learned to taste it
in sharp rusted fates

fingers traced promises
carved into skin
a hunger for warmth
in a world caving in

yet even the knives
could not sever her light
a sun breaking through
after years lost to night

she stitched up the wounds
with the threads of her will
spun gold from the pain
made the silence stand still

now love is no weapon
it hums
it remains
it softens the scars
pours like warm summer rains

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