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untitled                                    June 22, 2016
narcissus called echo
but she went to the desert
to live in the rocks
far from any pools of water
echo ran away
and pined for him no more
she grew fat on the attention
of the man who loved her
no silent echo
but the wind at war with the sand
was she when he called
never did she call to him again
and when
he fainted in his pond
she buried him in dunes
baking in the sun

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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