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Jul 2016
Stranded, you left me here to face all that I fear.
Nothing but hate to fill my woes,
only an ounce of fate for my foes.

Did you think my allusions would keep me occupied?
How wrong were you to assume everything you thought you knew?

Surrounding me, as they do;
the creatures of my wayward mind find me,
they keep me caged for their amusement.
Nothing short of what you used to do.
Noelle Heiser
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