STORYMIRROR

To Write

To Write

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Soul stripped from head to toe

Sifting through conscience

To be held in the shackles of mind

And swathed in my chest

Never to be at rest!

 

Tumbling over fences

They tripped and fell like spirits

Waiting to descend through silent realms

Into the squinting shadows of black and white

To illuminate another world!


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