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Autism Girls
An autistic girl
searching for the spring
between the black clouds—
her braids are made
from a shining rose branch.
Her dreams are made
from a shining rose.
But who will listen
to the scent?
Her smile
could light the darkness
but one question haunts her.
Why are they saying “her”
when they talk about me?
Have I vanished?!
Have I?
A hush—
then she melts
like a flower in the snow.
