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no one could see

how the demons towered

over her vibrant flowers,

potently.

he was blind like everyone else.

and the sad thing was,

in all the books she read

she was buried beneath them

and no matter how many books

he finished

no matter how deep he dug

to find her

he couldn't.

because all the words she read

were too deep for him to

fathom.

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