Mauve
Rooted in my ways,
I follow the whims of my folly
Labyrinth of my heart,
echos of emptiness,
dashing in the dark
Failing,
in part
to floor
This cold state,
in the chambers encircled
My calls,
go their route
Edified in the lucidity,
of all thoughts
1/24/05
©Hannahlore Starr
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