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two art dolls huddled in a black thorn cage

The Valentine

a poem by Stefanie Vega

In all the days before this time
In dark I walked alone...
Unconscious of the paradigm
And seeds that I had sown.

The plan that fate did have for me
I could not ever know;
To face the harsh realities
And then 
Be forced to grow.

And all the while another soul
Was called up on to die
And step into a greater role
One which he did comply.

Now roads behind lead where we stand
Our broken lives the start
That led us to that sacred land...
Into each other's heart.