Thirty-One Days                                        day xxiii                                                   Tittle Page
She stood on the edge of the
Mountain, angelically singing
Her sweet gentle siren voice
Called my soul to the place
Of emotional ecstasy

Such calm air before the storm,
Staggering pockets of souls dancing,
Chanting, cheers, and taunts
An adjuration for the death of a ghost

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