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She sought peace
in a time that’d lost its mind,
as it was prone to do sometimes.
Camomile.
Harsh new reality
was the old one stripped bare,
devoid of people who cared.
Camomile.
Strange that she
was one of the vulnerable,
had survived to become forgettable.
Camomile.
Sipping her tea
opened her heart for a tale,
it turned pain into story so well.
Finding peace.
Camomile.
©August 2020
Christina Anne Hawthorne