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Nov 2019
For what it is, or so I’d like to think
The edge drawing nearer
Time finds itself pushing me off the brink

Seen as the inferior
Because I can’t find the link
The glass on the mirror
Shatters into the sink

The water no clearer
Busy dishes that clink
An ever growing fear
Stableness gone in a blink

A confused presence of cheer
Heart like a wild minx
Orbs feeling a blooming sear
A tune I can no longer sing
Written by
Sienna  F/Past
     M-E, Sue Collins, ---, Hawa, Bogdan Dragos and 2 others
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