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Jan 2014
Once I was called an Enigma
and it was different than I had expected.
My whole life I had prided myself
on being able to hide
everything
and remain a mystery
to keep my desires to myself
and let the others do the wanting.

But, I messed up.
Because being an enigma
leaves all the mysteries to be solved by you.
Lilyy
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   marina b
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