i am not she.
she is not me.
she is kind,
and does not lie.
i am not we.
and they will never see
who is truly me.
she was a figure,
a mind trigger.
only, i was a disfigure
and she was beyond bitter.
yet i am not she,
for she is part of me.
and i would not proceed,
without anything else to be.
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Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
