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Systematic of a concieved culture
She fell between the arrow mark
Woven with threads, she could not remove
Protests rallied in her soul
Automatic she would become a vulture
A weapon, driven and stark
Crafted by engineered molecules, unmoved
Her resistance took its toll
Thoughts like leaves wafted through
Crumbling, slow in shards
She learned to listen for the sound
Her face wet with remorse
The life from which she withdrew
Present in the house of cards
Tell-tale pieces of life unfound
Dana McLennan
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