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Lizzy's Poem

Am I then
one of the Fates
of love
who cut
this thread
without remorse
what kept
our heartbeat
 well aligned
't is now
a mockery
 of sound

 Or am I then
the evil mother
who cut away
the navel string
without compassion
her next of kin
weeps in the
of Famine

I say that
 time and pain
while I shatter
silver dreams
unaware of
whose or which.

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