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From The Files
O' such a tormented time you have made for me-
Withdrwn my souls quiescent solitude...
Drowning in the Black Magic that you weave...
Covering my psyche with your dusty attitude;
You follow me tenaciously with your atavistic violence-
Trembling in rescusitated memories that alone are mine...
I am reddened with an inarticulate response...
In the un-reconcilable bonds of: 'Once Upon A Time';
Anguished and fully apprised of your reality-
Your darkened altar begets many a crypric spell...
While talking to your reflection in your Daily Mirror-
'Who's the fairest-the cleverest-oh mirror do tell? ';
I learned much too late of your cunning...
I learned much too late of your hypothermic past-
Victims of your will-some are reeling still...
The Supreme Narcissist Of A Fallen Star Cast;
The Golden Rule
July 1,2010
poem
by
Theodora Onken
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