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On a scale of one to tenEmotions balance on à wire
Someone singing like a wren
Behind light leaves hidden desire
Silenced, shaded like a lamp lit night
Waves of wanting wash away the tides
Have invaded strike a match by sight
Days of haunting, breaking on all sides
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-02-08 at 13:04
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