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Mar 2019
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Words expressed in sympathy
will not abate her suffering
nor ever thaw the frost sharp fear
which freezes empty souls.

No principles, no sacred laws,
no vestal fires to clear her woes
will ever ease her broken heart
in these her slipper years.

Impartial hands of death when served
will bear their own supremacy
and for eternity she’ll play
upon Athena’sΒ Β flute
Written by
Michael Edwards
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   Fawn
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