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Mar 9
It's a terrible sadness as friends encourage gladness

These words are coming from Attic
made of dust, mental bones, and metal woes

Inner worlds are static
becoming so dramatic
paralyzed by avoiding Choice

Chest is deep in emotions
Brain leaps away from Moment

I speak of these without articles
as separate entities
their own particles
making the front page
because that's what they are
Depression at its finest.
Egeria Litha
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Egeria Litha  24/Two-Spirit/Scarlet Town
(24/Two-Spirit/Scarlet Town)   
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