I could show you
all the stories running down my eyes.
I could show you
all the ugly scars I've kept inside.
I could let you
meet my mysteries,
tell you their names;
and I promise you,
you still wouldn't know
who I am.
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The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.