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Nov 2014
“Behold the fragility
kept within this space.
I used to be the voice
that made their souls,
but behold my fragility,
kept within.”

But no light has been
erased from those eyes
which hover higher
than the muck of living.
Nothing has faded within
this singer, not even the song
shackled to her weakness,
its dying unheard.
Written by
Andrew Geary
538
   Weary Traveler
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