Bleeding Mountain
A poem.
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1 min readAug 12, 2020
She was vigorous
She endured it all
The horrors of her youth
The chaos and the fall
She appeared to be fine
There weren’t any problems
She was a mountain
She had never fallen
No one ever expected
She would take her own
They thought mountains never break
Yet she bled until dawn
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