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I am not all I seem to be
Come closer and look
Tell me
What do you see?
Fire becomes
The air that I breathe
No longer human
I fight to sheathe
The changeling inside me
This indelicate being
Who has taken my soul
Forever unfreeing
Locked deep within
My heart now a flame
This battle she’s won
I can no longer reclaim
The life I once lived
No place, no name
The dragon has spoken
I’m the end of her game
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
The dragonborn comes
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I LOVE this, Dor ❤️👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you, sis!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Dorinda, reading your poem
my scales began to shiver !
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You need to tuck those away, David, lest you scare the neighbors…
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No need to worry Dorinda.
The neighbours were all
consumed in a firey burst
of flatulence.
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Love the poem AND the photo. She’s mesmerizing.
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Thank you, Cathi! She caught my eye. Incredible artwork on it.
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I agree.
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Thank you for sharing! ❤
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Thank you! ❤
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Loved this one, Dorinda!
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Thanks so much, D! Gotta love those dragons 🙂
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Wow! Simply amazing writing! I seriously could read your poetry all day long. 🙂
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Aw, thank you, Beckie. (Shameless self promo, I have 10 books available on Amazon) 😉
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I will definitely look them up. Thank you! 🙂
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❤
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