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Stirrer

Alone

         She sits

Never stands

             Hours pass

 

Snakes

       Of lace 

                    She looks to the floor-

Eyes fixated on the cracks.

 

Alphabet jumble words ablaze

No moral meaning insight

Grey as the iron clad on the tracks-

Blab BLAB her tongue slithers with delight

 

Frustrated, her finger nails- snap!

Scented candles cry

down

        down

               down.

 

Go on, breath deep –

                                                                  Never

                                                                   Forget

                                                                      Me.

 

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