↬ Mira Wagner

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A dancer performing her twirls of survival,
A fighter protecting her only family,
A mother raising her baby sister,
Mira Wagner lives in her own version of corporeal stress and emotional chaos.

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❝ You're the salve to my bruising heartYou remind the despair I wallow inThat it was once a very pregnant hope

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❝ You're the salve to my bruising heart
You remind the despair I wallow in
That it was once a very pregnant hope.

You're the daughter I never had,
You're the savior my soul needs.❞

❝ When he spoke, I heard promising happiness,A sliver of hope

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❝ When he spoke, I heard promising happiness,
A sliver of hope

When he walked, I heard heartbeats,
A bass drum in my chest

When he touched, I woke up,
A dream, a fragment of my imagination. ❞

❝ My new language is physicalMy best friend is pain

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❝ My new language is physical
My best friend is pain

An uppercut of deeply rooted sorrow
A roundhouse kick of residual distress

A headlock of yearning
A head butt of raw denial

A haymaker of absolute grief
A hook of betrayal ❞

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