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Hidden Treasure Chest (Villianelle)


Reopening this hidden treasure chest Treasure not of riches but of rareness Holding all my worst and bits of my best Ages Under lock and key, put to rest Torturous to hide-behold carelessness Reopening this hidden treasure chest Hoping for clarity to manifest Struggling just to breathe in this breathlessness Holding all my worst and bits of my best Unable to provide readers digest Not to mistake rawness with bitterness Reopening this hidden treasure chest In the end, I am nothing but a guest My head and chest a mess and nothing less Holding all my worst and bits of my best I hope not to leave myself unexpressed As if an artist with a blank canvas Reopening this hidden treasure chest Holding all my worst and bits of my best
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