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Tethered Souls

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Author: Fallen Engel

Fallen EngelMarch 12, 2018

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Tethered Souls

written by: Fallen Engel

@BlackEngel3

Your ambiance is devouring my being as an eclipse consumes its unknowing devoid target. How did this slow, all-encompassing vapor get inside and braid our ends together? Was it luck of the draw or loneliness that dealt us this unexpected hand? Who sent this intermediary angel to fix such a plague? See, it is not just us on our own but the tethering of desolate lost souls.

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Gabriela M. was born in Europe and presently lives in the United States where she is a university professor. She published three novels in her native language. In 2017 she started writing poetry in English. Since then her poetry has been published in various journals and newspapers. Her favorite poets are the symbolists and the surrealists, and her favorite novelist is Lawrence Durrell. She is a fluent speaker of three languages. She spends her time teaching, researching, leading a university-wide organization, working on her novel, and writing poetry. She mostly spends her vacations in Miami, Southern California, and Southern Europe.
Christina Schwarz, the author of the New York Times bestseller Drowning Ruth, after reading Gabriela M’s poetry manuscript stated:
“With lush language and lavish imagery, Gabriela M. evokes a fantastic world ripe with emotion.”

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