Salem
Salem
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Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door,
the sin interned therein is quarrelsome
No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore
the pitch that has upturned thy moral plumb
Forego thy demons, none would be found here
Such guile belies the pleasure of the young
Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,
so will thy measure see the pious hung
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Date: 11/14/2018
Sponsor: Julia Ward
contest: Unrest of Spirit
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2018
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