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Mar 2019
"You shan't sleep.
Not a wink!",
she says as
she beams,
and beams,
and gleams.

Who is she?
I do not know.
To whom does
she speak to?
I do not know.

Yet, here I lay
watch until she
slips out of sight
to leave me
longing.                                           ... until I am
                                                          no more.
Feb. 17, 2019
The Tempest Lullaby
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