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Poems

Unknown

Listen to me, as words roll off my tongue smoother than butter
you don’t know my past nor can it mutter
understand this, not me
for I am unknown

Personality so elusive,
persevering my wrong doings.
as I prove my statement conclusive,
ignore me at your will, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
but understand
this, not me
for I am unknown.

– Sierra Gripper

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