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obscure, the best word to describe her
unclear, her own thoughts she couldn't decipher
concealed, buried herself beneath the surface
untamed, ferocious eyes filled with rage
'twas a dreadfully appalling stage
behind the barricade there she stayed,
faded to gray, found her getaway
lost all control, disposed to fret
hidden underneath, she was a secret
a deep little secret.
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Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
