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HE TOLD HER NOT TO CRY. HE SAID THAT SHE WOULD RUST. 

HE TOLD HER NOT TO LIE; A LIAR YOU CAN'T TRUST.

SO SHE NEVER CRIED AND SHE NEVER LIED 

AND SHE NEVER FELT THE RAIN.

SHE NEVER WEPT AND HER WORD SHE KEPT 

UNTIL THE HURRICANE. 

WILD, SHE RAN INTO THE VIOLENT WINDS,

HER REDDISH HAIR COMING UNPINNED.

FROM HER MOUTH FLEW FABRICATIONS AND FIBS.

HER EYES WEEPING SO MUCH 

THAT SHE CRACKED HER RIBS.

UPON HER STRONG FACE SPOTS BEGAN TO SHOW;

LIKE FALLEN LEAVES ON A FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW. 

IF EVER HAD SHE WONDERED WHAT HER LIFE MEANT BEFORE,

NO LONGER DID SHE PONDER

BECAUSE NOW SHE WAS SO SURE.

THROUGH TEARS SHE HAD FOUND HER TRUE FORM. 

THROUGH LIES SHE SAW THE TRUTH IN THE STORM.

THIS WAS A FREEDOM THAT SHE HAD NEVER KNOWN;

SHE WAS MERELY A SEED THAT HAD NEVER BEEN SOWN.

"Life is urgent because it is temporary." ~Macie Moon 

Visuals + words by Macie Moon (@moonsby)