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Can You See Me Now?

Painted by loneliness.
Edified by darkness’ near touch.
Kissed by flames of near death.
I have refused to die.
Been under the blades of hell.
And at the mercy of doctors.
I still immerse a beauty undefined.
Unexplainable. Undefeated. Alive.

Coldness forged me.
The steels made me.
Pills plagued me.
But my pot of gold
have they failed to reach.
I transform when they try to bend.
Each shape shifting beautifully in a mess.
Silky, royal even in debris.
I remain pure as the glassy seas.

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