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Mar 2015
Your Modesty Mansion shines bright.
Pastels and Moods ready to explode.
But it stays hidden.
Non existent.
Lost in the Bermuda Triangle of your mind.
Knowing you relate but your mouth stays silent.
Perceived as boring,
Drowning in dull.
Dried tongue with wonderful words.
Let them in your sacred house.
You belong,
Mr. Modest.
K Poetry
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K Poetry  Arizona
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