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Date Written: October 24, 2017
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She was born for this moment.

     This one small place in light of

     all that golden history.

A time and date set, with 

     a watchmaker's precision, into its

     mechanical enigma. 

They threw (knives) stares with the pressure, 

     as the seconds dropped, time ticked away.

A single pulse, the beat of a heart (but whose?)

     — a test for her soul. 

This was humanity on edge, adrenaline flowing, 

     the pin drop clear. 

 

A confidence flares, 

     that look on her face,

     sweat on her brow. 

 

The crowd grows deeper. 

     … but why the audience?

It's just her choice,

     it was only her child. 

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