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A whisper… You do not belong there

And so all of a sudden it would come to an end.

Dreamed up stories

Covering a lifetime

The day is done

It was nice

but the day is done.

Emotion flying

Sense of your place

Hold my ear against your world for something

Some whisper that maybe there was significance in the dream

something, anything

Do you believe in miracles?

My mask once removed back on

My shield taken from my back ….back on

Ensure you don’t let your guard down again girl.


That is not the word for you.

True self.  Tear me to pieces.

True self.  Back on the path.

Your path. Just you for now.

Poem By Emma Visca

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