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.