Poetry, Heart, Peronality, Trauma, Confusion, Thought, Dance

Her innocence is age-proof

Speaking aloof

Day of light

Mind of night


Shadows cast

A Fiery mask

Stirred in

the tender pot

of senses: last


Veiled in culture

Tip-toeing through

the Structure



Barganing the dance

Sudden, bursting-foretold

personality change


Clock hits midnight

Take last chance

To be the day

To be the light

To dance

for the bright


Before the


switches the rewrite

Of which we call: 



@ Camile McGregor



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