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Feb 2018
Bottom of spiral
Shine like a marble
Amethyst, silver, and gold.

Grave of the mind
Soothing and kind
Pulling you down to its core.

Sinking in silence
Away from all violence
Gladly you leave with a bell.

Whenever the morning
For you there's no warning
Eternity holding your hand.
Christine
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