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Standing on the bank of a little lake,a gentle breeze blows causing ripples on its faceAutumn is in full bloom,fuzzy dark brown reedsstand tall like sentinelsguarding the shoreWater lilies float on the surface of the rippled sheen, with their yellow and pink petals.While drakes inthe sky soarA Mallard glides above the water. His orange webbed feet like landing gear, gently set him downJust under his hunter green head, strung around his neck is a tiny white band. With big bright eyes-he scans, left and right,looking for his futureduck wife
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This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?