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Celia
by
Rusty Broadspear
In dream
walking moments
In the caverns of night
I take hold of a hand
Such heartwarming delight.
A hand of a lady called Celia
Who reaches from lands afar
When the doors of my mind
Are deliberately left ajar.
Talk so sweetly of nothing
Enter realms where heart restrains
Shining stars within cupped hands
Celia flows through my veins.
Need is an empty vessel
Indefinable love defined
Celia and I are forever,
For we have no say, entwined.
Such constraint
Restraint
But one lacks the will
To swallow the pill
That was meant for a saint.
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