Strength

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She carried the coffin on her shoulders
To the grave atop the hill, where the vultures
Circled high in palm of the pending storm,
Not shaken off from the teetering ledge
As she balances every crushing avalanche,
But what hides, behind impenetrable glass
Tinted by the film she, herself created,
So thick in its darkness, no one ever sees.

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