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sacred dark
delicate chance remembers me...kept
a victim of fear
I watch on my periphery
yes, I can feel you there
I interact when I am aware
then I go into hiding and send my spirits out
they find you where you are
daring you further to the cut
I bid you no more
it is foolishness you desire
you will never find me
touching my flesh the soul of me is well hid
my poetry halls well scribed and coded
there is only one who holds the key...me
and I've hidden it even from myself
little decency my madness allows me
a place in the rain where I can secret my gentleness
small wonder she still exists
in a world so cruel
undressed never
I have so many alter egos
I've survived eons
hiding the best of me
presenting for consumption...counterfeits
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