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Turmoil

From within there stirs
A garden of malice.
Can rose of love live?
Elves run carefree,
Then imprisoned.
Rainbows of luminance
Covered by a veil of shame.
Welcomed by the world,
Yet barred from myself.
Inner expression is hidden,
Fore expression is illicit.
Only to some can I
Let the buds bloom.
Others see a different flower,
So blooms must shrink to buds.
Acid washes and cleanses
While stones protect the heart.
Puzzling. I am- a beast.
Confusion reigns the mind.
Do I love the customer?
For this I have no answer.



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