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May 2015
Sitting in the stairwell
The howling wind is calling
Inquiring for change
Starting as a whisper
evolving into pleas
Dancing through my twisted hair
as if trying to pull me back
It sirens me to leave this place
Warning of entanglement and snares
But I wait for keys to unlock the door
but not to welcome me home
Ninny's Narnia
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Ninny's Narnia
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