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Flowered Siren
- Amina Sadiq
- May 1, 2018
- 1 min read
Curved wood with a hollow
inside. Casting your spell through a
strumming guitar. I was a fool to
listen.
Following the melodic enchantment,
stringing the words out of
my mouth, blindly being played.
Listen.
The rhythmic strumming
syncopated with your heartbeat.
You don’t, never did, and never will
listen.
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