fate

I am not a symbol, a cautionary tale, or a poster-child;

I am a weary, a frightened, a high cheek-boned face, a few years older than yours and with a different set of scars

I am a gentle, tremulous expression when your turn your back, and when our eyes meet I become something under my control and yet removed from my own will, yet altogether this new configuration of me begs you to blink

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