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Agatha

she lived near the sea of tranquility
transfixed in her mind of superstitous means
a black cat would be her only companion
sits in a high loft pier looking over the deck
sadness in here eyes she has a deep dark secret
there was once a murder in her heart
to impart a light fixture the casual haze
footsteps in the corridor a scent of perfumed excursion
she was ready to gaze into outer space but then
footsteps leading to the back of her sofa

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Agatha
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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