jane

for as long as she was supposed to be gone

---

jane,

for as long as she was supposed to be gone,

she has remained.

repelling the soil

that nurtured her earliest days.

seven years ago,

she altered the trajectory of her fate.

---

uncalloused hands,

glowy eyes,

she booked a one way ticket to the sky.

aligned with the clouds,

adjacent to the stars,

her stories,

her triumphs,

her resonance traveled far.

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i see her in every battle won,

every battle lost.

i see the wins,

i see the cost.

the moments that are just right,

the ones crystallized in time.

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when i think of her,

i think of her stoicism

the steadiness of her magnetism,

how crucial of her symbolism.

---

i think of how her storytelling made

the crowds loud

ignited roars of disgust

or made them proud.

---

her secrets shared amongst those

whose whispers are taken to the grave

the lonesome’s codes tethered

to their final days.

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when i think of jane,

i think of how she

loved,

fled,

revolted,

relayed,

---

what her

calloused hands,

enigmatic eyes,

had to say.

jane,

who seven years ago

changed the trajectory of her fate.