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you’ll find her in the treehouse

made of ash and alder,

an ancient soul locked inside

a heart that beats

through fear and strength

do you not see

the charm in her ruins?

the petals that bloom

from dropping limbs

when the darkness rose,

she flooded it

with scattered pieces of light

she is rooted,

a single strand of unity

born of beautiful chaos

and a droplet of hope

-ashley jane