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About This Poem
In My Heart A Genie
If only in my heart...There would have been ~
A genie...Awoken.....Mid not-lightly slumbers...
Instead of a toy knight.. Broken by the fall...
Whereupon unfairness became a desire..
Mid novels of new-fledged generations..
Yon nightingale ages ~ Of virgin songs...
"Murmuring" ~ Many plains o'er my head...
Guarded by an embrace.. That once drunken'd me...
Whilst the dread of darkness...Remains a calm ~
Of unsettling...Bound by an anchor that clutches ~
My breath's attention.... Yet dismay n'er shall ~
Be mine only scholarship... Midst my trace...
A single tear is only a seed mid roots...
Of a sapling ~ A parent to a gentle weep..
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