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She sits
still
silent
her mind is clear
...

She learned to waltz
to jive
she learned to dance
to stay alive.
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Today my heart broke, quietly:
just a single tear to mourn its passing.
The loss of its tenuous hold on love split it in two
no sound to be heard
...

The still embers of the unwatched fire
stirred;
a spark ignited
by the smallest whisper of hope.
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The Witching Hour

She sits
still
silent
her mind is clear
not the movement of a hair.
her face in stone is etched but sweet
serene
deep within she finds the power
that comes along with midnight hour
and to his chamber her soul does creep
softly
gently
as he lies in slumber
and with her finger
she does trace the outline
of the beloved face
he stirs a little
then a moan
as her soul finds his
unbeknown
his body wakens as mind
still sleeps
and with her soul she does quench his fire
and once his fever has ebbed
she slips away
back to herself
and now upon her face
a smile.

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