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Empty Chronicles (Free verse) by Scarlett Feasting on the mulberry binder
Lost in dreams and legends
Deep within the shade of
Pyramus and Thisbe
Wisest not to bud
Quickly into lines of
Black and white, but
For the force of
Minervaâs night,
Inspiration melts
The crayon peace
Of mind
Trapped inside
Blank pages, cold
Press paper in a simple tag,
I write
âBloom me mulberryâ
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