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Serendipity in the syncopations that stir my soul
I rise stronger, unexpected,
Like a dove from labber-strewn ashes
Ebullient, electric, esoteric
No longer acquiescent and dutiful
Call me Hellion of Troy, if you will
Electuary quiet now fills me
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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