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Mirai

By theMysteryPoet, Medford, OR

Wild and unknown,
Like a foreign beast,
She sleeps,
Silent and swift,
Always.
You hide from her,
You run,
Even cry,
But she cannot be avoided,
Ever.
She comes on quick,
Like cyanide,
And creeps into your life,
As welcome as a succubus,
Change.
She see's you,
Timid as a child,
Eye's wide, face flushed,
She smiles,
Acceptance.
You embrace her,
And sigh,
Relief like a river,
Clarity and comfort,
Future.
Known by all,
Hated by many,
She sleeps.




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