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The Belle of Amherst - John Salazar
Safe inside her private cell, the dust collects and keeps her thoughts circling from room to room, in the sleepless arch of summer moons. Dressed in white, the silence prized; four walls, a page, and her auburn eyes. She poured her love out like the sky, so many lives untried.
Quiet Amherst, hold your breath. Your lonely dove is leaving. Goodbye for now, her solitude has left you to your reading. Open the door. Walk in the sun. Set down your books. There are songs to be sung. Never mind Emily tomorrow will do just as well. There were two or three little things I wanted to talk with you about without witnesses…
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