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  5d Deb Jones
BEEZEE
I have retired from temptations of attention.
I’ve retired from the need to judge.
I’ve retired from feeling like I need that moment,
And I’ve retired from feeling too sad.

I have retired into a place of contemplation —
A place nearby, and where I sit.

I have retired from feeling guilty,
And I’ve retired from needing your yes.

I am retired.
When love declines
the heart grows cold
It becomes the moonlight
that chills the soul

Polished like marble
with all of its frills
It withers away
Attemptable to ****

What cold singing
from frigid lips
When the heart grows weary
From the vice of life's grips

When prayers become weeds
Scattered by wind
Left with nothing
But the hollow within
Of time and place

Moving though time in space
Thoughts eternal to face
Memories burnt in blaze
To ashes mistakes to erase
A feather floating in space
Time an infinite daze
Moving through time and space
Struck in tis earthly place
Tis life's uncharted maze
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