How I can say what I think?
How I can stay when no one tried to be?
Is it one of those mares I've been made?
Or just a fun that still play or save.
Maimed that fellow self.
Hiding inside secret shelf.
Gain how to create that nice,
When still pain sets apart.
Vocifering that lazy thoughts
Naming a lot of way so do what of.
I've been such fooling this self.
Calling this empty pocket, all from to keep.
©phoebilynn
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