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mushroom faerie
Poems
Aug 2015
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It was one of those times, for me.
The music of my soul was still going.
Everything else eased its way in.
But I turned a blind-ear.
Music used to be so rare.
Hiding behind sofa cushions.
If could see at my art through a mirror,
I would be a child.
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