She didn’t ask to hold the rain, But learned to dance inside the strain. A flicker stitched in fractured light, Too soft for war, too ...

She didn’t ask to hold the rain, But learned to dance inside the strain. A flicker stitched in fractured light, Too soft for war, too strong for flight. They called her broken, called her wild, But she became her own exiled. No cure, no cage, no perfect line— She is the storm that learned ...

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