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She kept mum,
She was not open,
She sat still,
She did not show any emotions.
The turmoil is growing,
The anger is rising,
The emotional mix is brewing,
And the love is fleeing.
She thought he was her secret bliss,
She thought they were forever,
Now he has left her and hurt her,
Now is the time to pay.
Her silence and stillness is deadly,
Her closeness is savage,
And her blankness is destructive,
Now the fun begins.
-Midnight poet
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PoetryShe is art in a beautiful museum we recognise to be this world. Although she was beautiful, sophisticated and captivating, not every one cared to appreciate that. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂
