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A demon or saint,

one I am and one I play

the lines are blurred with confusion

night flows into the day.

 

An achiever or a misreable fool,

a con conning herself

observers see keen, bright eyes

hidden darkness beyond help.

 

A dwadler, a drifter

moving along the brink

focussed for a day, lost for two

one push lost and I will sink.

🌷(5)

◄ No Fragrance of flowers

The Happy Teacher ►

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