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Dec 2014
Sneaking in silently,
whispering
secrets and conspiracies.

This is a puzzle,
scattered by
your thoughtless actions.

Voice still as stone,
I am held
prisoner of my mind.

The hands around my throat,
are not your's
but my very own.
Kzéia Cheshire Estérel
Written by
Kzéia Cheshire Estérel  26/Two-Spirit/Lalaland
(26/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)   
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