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Place me
on the highest shelf..
The light is more forgiving there..
Winter dust motes swirl..
I’m slowly losing my mind..
My pages are turning evergreen
and fringed with lunatic vine..
I’m fine, I’m fine..
Worry not for me..
The books and bell jars
keep my company..
#PoemTrail
The heart
Of the siren
A lonely sea
Filled with forlorn
Memories
Lovers perished
Drowned in her
Seductive song
Not one truly
Ever loved her
Cold winters iced
Her mind
Dark waters
Flood her soul
She fights with fury
A silent victory
Her primal heart
Still rages on
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