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Friday, March 24, 2006

Inside

Something inside opens up,
a little door, perhaps,
or a window,
and the room that has known
only darkness
for too long
is now touched by the light.
The little girl
steps out of the shadows
and dries her eyes,
vowing to cry no more
forever.

© Elle Lassiter, 2004
Posted by Elle Lassiter at 4:16 PM

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