She reread over and over what was supposed to be said,
Long into the night before falling into her heated bed.
She rehearsed over and over the words to be spoken
And tried to make her character full, and unbroken.
Whether she succeeds remains to be seen,
For the curtains are still drawn, and the audiences mean.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
