Cyrena Labuda Poems

Living in a wishing well,
Wading through my chronic hell.
I float from here,
I float to there...
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She sits in her tower of drywall,
No will to come down; she fears the fall.
Looking out a window stained of dirt,
She dies from a swelling hurt,
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Flooded streets with carnival fare,
Music swims throughout the aire.
Smells of sweet and salty wisp by,
Smiles and laughs drown my heart's cry.
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