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To Herself Alone

The enigma of a woman veiled in what you’ll never know Despite those things she gives to you, her secrets bide unshown Your eyes may taste and hands might touch, but to herself alone Her power worn as though a crown —her mystery, her throne (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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