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Elan
By Magdalena
i am a clock tower, bowing to the cloud shadows
quenched by the rain
sleeping under the stars, holding time
a sidewalk stroller, catching my reflection
in the storm puddles, left behind by winter
and there, the face of solace smiles at me
a healer of devastation, approaching the killer
the bellyache inflicted on the crucifier
i'm the femme fatale, in heels and smut
absence in the void of your making
the endorsement of your losses
when denial finally slips from your skin
the leveller, the truth, the escapist, the never again
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Copyright 2017 Magdalena
Published on Monday, March 20, 2017.
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On Monday, March 20, 2017, dwells
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wrote:
and Panache too Mags! So good to see you again; from Wales and gales. The tone of this put me in mind of one who asserted herself and possibly won a battle, but lost the war. The beguiled eventually regain their sensibilities; often at the expense of other sadly. Cheers! - Dan
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On Tuesday, March 21, 2017, Magdalena
(615) wrote:
Thank you Dan, good to see you. I'm sure I won all of the battles thus far, the war is always ongoing for everyone, such is life. It waxes and wanes but we battle on. I'm pretty ruthless in my old age, haha.
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