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Goblet

At each moon's rising  
she walks to the edge,  
tips her goblet  
to anoint the waves  
with the blood of lives unlived  

Gratefully letting go  
of burdens that are not hers to carry,  
shedding layers of responsibilities  
she was never meant to bear  
 
And when all has been released  
to the eternal tides,  
she turns back  
with no regrets,  
knowing all that remains  
is truly  
hers.
Written by brokentitanium (k.)
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