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Oct 2018
And though she wandered yonder still
In my head laid that windowsill
Where my heart stopped its beautiful trill
And yet I marched ever on.

And when I stop to wonder why
She'd wandered again into my mind
I see my notes where her smile was intertwined
And I march again, ever on.

And though songs may have lost their tune
I feel a new magic even still
I bet that they've heard my spirit's croon
Though it hearkens to a broken will

And be that I'll be whole again
A shadow's will I cry to you
And though a broken cape I don
I'll wander yonder, ever on.
My first poem, inspired by my music.
Erik Whalen
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Erik Whalen  21/M/Syracuse
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