'who are you?'
She asked with a deep stare
'who are you?'
She watch as the memories flare
'who are you?'
Looking up to the reflection she can't bear.
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Unspoken Arts
PoetryMy files of poems. Unspoken. Hidden. Words I (or even you) can't speak out. I'll just leave it here. Copyright 2018
