---- poetry ----
i held in soft semblance a grace
this grace was given an alchemy through power
you can call it power of Soul, or even 'fate'
but grace has a dance that is danced deeply.
a woman might frail, or fail, heavily while in torment of what's to come
she is the holy grail that is looked upon by her Soul.
she doesn't know...
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