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Dance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor. Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs. Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms. Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton. Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves. Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs. Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about. Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase