Nothing More, Nothing Less
I am not her,
Not my past,
Nor a name.
I am not the order
Of the stars,
Or the gods of the months,
Or the beasts that follow the moon.
Our value no more than
The gold in the dust
Or the whisper
Before the first light in the dark.
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