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The Day He Burned Her Portrait

The child was once atop the mantle,
her girlish smile, chiselled into chipmunk cheeks,
blue and white pinafore dress, the princess of the schoolyard,
staring out at her protector as he picked up the frame she rested in,
barely able to speak, or to scream,
as she was lost to the fire.

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