She

she was a misunderstood poem
craving for nothing but love
if only people'd put her out of gloom
and see her true form of a dove

she was a good lover,
the best anyone could ask for
if only people--deceived by pretty things
that only eyes could see--
were not too oblivious to embrace her

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September 2020

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