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Through flesh made windows,
I see absence.
Searching for you blind,
I’m in offense.
What virtues lay in this dance,
I cannot lie.
Looking at you, a man,
Emotions shy.
What face is buried behind,
A self-made mask.
Hearing you speak the silence,
Dare I even ask.
You cannot save the sovereign,
I have tried.
With each secret your story changed,
A part of me cried.
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About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
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