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Fortune in a Fist

Fortune in a Fist

She will not rage because there is no right,

choke it all down, swallowed whole inside.

Licking her wounds like a cat in the night,

the moon carves a crescent on her wrist.

shadowing the empty fortune in her fist,

she will curl up, scratched, in her mountain nest.

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