7_A Tragedy on Her Own
A secret behind every uttered word,
Never saved no king nor herd.
Left behind like every untold chapter;
No one could delete this flawless lonesome letter.
Insecure and Misunderstood by her people;
Confined by no other but her own rule against dimples.
Yet she stood with that same half smile,
That's when I realized I knew no other so fragile.
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