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Romanticism

A dark meditation in a safe place.

There’s a home

In the woods
Of her mind
Where she goes
Somber girl
All alone
With the trees
Looking out 
Grow to root
Soot her eyes
Branched as queen 
With her crown
The cool dirt 
Dark as black
Smells of fresh
Oxygen 
She breathes deep:
“Don’t come near!
Be aware!” 
Her voice Ri-
Ses Inside 
Like a sprout 
Like a being 
Like a song 
DON’T BE SCARED

By TEGD

I write abecedarian sequences

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