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| Artwork by Tamara Ward |
Tears
shed by pen
Smear
heart in notebook
Fear strays
from the frame
And
appear in a stern look
That
strangers cannot notice
Behind
blue eyes and the sky
There
lay broken promises
Ones
with not a wing to fly
Lost
in nights’ wiping
Their
views out of try
Days
spent in drawings
She’d
be sent out of the house
With
river from weeping
But
for what once was
Known
as the daydream
Helped
to cool down the volt
She
won a place in museum
And
a heaven of some sort
She’s
the goddess of smile;
A
battle she never fought
She’s
an expensive style
Always
precious to look at
With
a bunch of guys on file
Before
my mountain was flat
And
I hadn't meet the change
Yet,
or hear myself in the air
Until
my soul escaped the cage
Cage
of time that didn't play fair
I
cursed thoughts I had in range
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