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Luna Calls

by Edward Ahern

A madwoman pleaded for help
From the shambles of her life.
But the help was for her madness,
Affirming evil that never was.
My sympathy nourished delusion.
My silence rejected need.
After caring but meaningless phrases,
I threw her the sanely real
Alms that left her in the brambles of her mind.

Copyright © 2016 by Edward Ahern

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