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I was hoping you'd "C"ee me
Or "B"e me
Or in my imaginations
You'd "A"ir me
But you went ahead
To "F"etch me
I beg for 1 thing to get 4 things
I guess I'll just wait for one last thing
For this 'ster to "B"e
"A" thing to set me free.
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This poem is highly encrypted (hence the name); and will only make sense to the writer and those she wishes to explain it to.
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Whispers | Poetry
PoetryMy poetry is gold Written with a smirk or a scowl Poured out from the depths of my soul And mashed to words in a bowl decanted in the form of ink on rusty paper folds worth more than the price of mink my treasure to behold I write about my life and...
