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Natasha Haidar
Poet
Spoiled
Treasure store of memories of you
Greedily ravenous I guard my spoils
Earthly eyes, such unprivileged beacons
Cannot gaze upon you, are denied access
So I condemn you to languish
In my mortal, unheavenly mind
Coiled, grasped at, and drowning.
Natasha Haidar © 2003
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