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AnxiousArt Jun 2021
It was always locked,
Her humorous smile, an outsider
Her darkness hunting,
Chasing after the kind flanked by rage
AnxiousArt Jun 2021
While she waited watching patterns
She knew of a violation provoked from romance but served for one
She had finally left *****, guarded, reserved
They were dying and they knew it

— The End —