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Lissa Marie
I was a child, peering down,
down into my soul’s abyss,
a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea.
She was also a child; my loveless alter ego—
a glass jar not even half full.
Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection or hope.
My alter ego; Lissa Marie.
She was a child, peering upward, upward,
delving more deeply into my spirit’s stunted reach.
The proverbial babe in the woods was she,
harboring the dour rude awakenings
of the great prophets and sages.
She stirred in me all that is sacred,
and inspired and true.
Yet her flame diminished
into smoldering embers—no Phoenix rising.
She departed as she entered—a lady.
She came to me as lady light,
departed as lady death.
I shall retain my love for her even in death
Our souls entwined
Yet the angels show their jealously
So divine was she.
Her essence upon me,
love worn weary,
I’ve become one
with Lissa Marie.
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I Am Anaya
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