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Your broken city, a dark catacomb
of glass and stone alike now shattered, dust
a mountain range that drowns your heart’s soft home:
who would not shatter with it, small and lost?
Your coat forever smoke-scarred now, your shoe
so fragile, exposed, staring down your foe
on this, your first birthday of life dyed blue:
who would not stumble, await their hero?
But let the memory of your memory come:
this is not that day; you are not that girl;
the weapon you have built is in your hands.
Stand tall; in your palm, feel its power hum,
and know: you have the strength. Your partner stands
with you. Together, you can save the world.