Beauteous Strength
Majestic rugged, crude beauty without any questions,
Angling at the inside, asking for my equations,
Jesting with me almost, whispering that I emerge,
Endeared to quiteness, where introversion and shyness converge,
Sat solidly going nowhere, waiting for my feelings,
Teetering on being a person to me with sayings,
Into me, loving my epigraph, my statement and my picture,
Calling me even more so, to fidget with my conjecture.
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