Poem: Swathe

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Around me sits a swathe,

It carves me away from those who stay,

It keeps me alone in the dead of night,

Whispering to the stars to remember me.

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The air chirps and chills,

Telling the world to stay away, stay away

It burns blue, an electric fire

That illuminates the echoes I had hoped to forget.