Her poems were light
Like nursery lullabies,
Yet often fractured;
Revealing darker secrets.
She appeared to me,
To be torn between two worlds,
That polarized her
Every waking thought. I can
Remember how she
Wandered between the suns and
Moons of her longings,
Like a bird looking for songs.
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