Ghost Writer

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From another room,
I heard something slap
The ground.
Curiosity killing the cat,
I went to investigate
And found my favorite pen
On the ground next to my desk
Where I do all my writing.
The wind may have decided to throw it
And try to make a ruckus.
I place the pen back on my desk
But something catches my eye-
A note.
It's not my hand writing
But it reads,

" your body is a castle to
protect the most
important thing;
yourself- the queen of
loving others when she is weary
and to hide her tears
with the sound of singing.
take care of yourself
and you will find peace. "

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