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Prettiest Ugly

Within her I see, all the good, the bad, the prettiest ugly The tormented Queen, lost in her Princess Diaries Want to be, wanting to be, so miserably happy She screams, echoing in tunnels of bad memories Voices of envy, conspiring, but meant nothing In front of the, touching, skin curls up now crawling Intensity, what one believes, abstract mentality Killing spree of who breathes, inhale the disease Then buries unthinkingly, the thoughts needed to be To be...SET FREE...set free... bmdavey@06/14/20

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