​On the table, 

rests a pile of letters,
untouched and dusty.
Thousands of letters were
dropped and read by her.
Every letter was the same;
they demanded a sacrifice.
She immolated herself
until the day she was
almost empty and had
the urge to protect herself.
She ceased to read,
denied to touch those
papers and refilled
herself to become whole,
little by little, gradually.
She stands tall and lofty
with a newly born self.

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