The Shy Introvert
Hardest to reach type.
As self effacing
Dimmest, deadest hideaway place
Lives as deep within.
Unvoiced, as leaves shut
True feelings, a door.
Eyes'shutters, whilst across them pass
Quick frights' silhouettes
Its outlook betrayed, whilst crass besets
His world's, a world for.
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