she held it in. but did not.
a real mind bender, she.
lost within normalcy
you turn to your looking glass to
appease the encapsulated weirdness without;
flow with everything that cannot define you.
rejoice in beauty found in folds
of darkness and lace.
most live life through a distorted lens
but not you.
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…all poems handcrafted from the inside of bars; no poem recently written…
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