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Cloaked in her own uncomforting mess, Lies, a million questions, she may have…

Cloaked in her own uncomforting mess,
Lies, a million questions, she may have to confess.
Dangerous liaisons she will compell,
A horrific story, not theirs to tell.
Around her are scents of yesterday's fears.
A heavy heart with an eyeful of tears.
©terrylin53