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 Apr 2015 Tracee Dear
Olga Divine
SPRING

Cold air freezes my soul
Rain drops are drumming
A sandy odor fills my breath
Leaving an imprint till my death

Silence fills the room
Voices swept from my home
Keeping me safe for no more cries
Laughing hard for all those lies

Sober or bored
I toss the curse to the edge
As strong as I am at my age
No illusions like mirage

I still stand still
Through all the tragedy
Storms behind my wall
Still freezes my soul
#heart

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