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There was never a way to know

Just what made her poetry flow

It was all just for show

Yet it is what makes her go

There was a journey of life

Cut apart by that knife

And only time could tell

What became of the girl beneath that shell

What was locked away

And what would it matter because she'll never stay

Maybe there will be a day

When she can tell you the way

From which her poems come

If you only... promise not to run...

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