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Sometimes
She is water
Sometimes
She is stone
Sometimes
She is wind
Sometimes
She is fire

They called her
Reckless
Powerless
Shattered
But she kept moving

She moves
But goes nowhere
Full but empty
Free but falling

Happy
But lying

She is in a crowd
But alone

She begs time
To fold itself
To take her back
To let her keep
The only thing
That still breathes, a warm now fading

She prays for peace
But peace
Never prays for her.