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Alone here
In dark, impenetrable power

I'm named after my faces

"White light into seven colours"

Written directly on this
Prism wall

It follows a rhythm of my heartbeat

And yet I feel
I don't know me at all
 Sep 2020 Persephone
Meera
She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell
 Sep 2020 Persephone
Tom D
Memories
 Sep 2020 Persephone
Tom D
Was it the best of times?
Or the worst of times?
Maybe it’s best
That we look at the past
Through rose-colored glass
And let sleeping dogs lie

— The End —