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Ten Lines Found Poem
Pauline Huang

In daylight, captivated in dark of
Despair, was she not seizing the letter,
But seized by the sudden punch of words,
Escaped from life, Intentionally.
A blossom lost its hue amid reluctance ’nd will.
Not freedom she has longed for, shut in silence
Of love, thy hate seem’d the sweetest pain to taste
With, the pain that’s stricken, fractured, and reborn.
Love was ever, was never, that quick enough
To seize, then lit, split, and ruptured down to end.