A Way To Reality
She lives a life
of class and pride
with secrets locked
behind pearly white smiles
Where beauty is her truth
and stolen was her youth
Poetry saved her life
She becomes her own person
with a pencil in hand
Her identity swirls in her mind
Stories of love
And gods from above
become real on the paper, her dove.
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