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Kindred Spirit
By: L. M. Mercer
It seems I have known you forever,
We talk and the hours simply fly by.
In you I have found a kindred spirit,
The mate of sorts my tormented soul yearned for.
The salve my battered psyche required.
Somehow you always seem to know what I mean to say,
Understanding my disorganized thoughts with effortless ease.
Who knows where this winding path of life will lead us,
But no matter where we are you will have a friend in me.
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About the Author
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Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never
had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing
as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to
read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend
and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'.
While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering,
she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times
somber, now that she is our senior contributor at the "World of Myth".
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