Best Depreciated Poems

From the back of a woman’s mind
A thought creeps, peeps and slips
Meandering through layers of blind rind
Summersaulting to scan sweeps

Teeming with spaces in vessels
Where the thought investigates
Which epistles and whistles
Blow hot in the vicinity of gates

Hermetically closed
Shut so tight
The thought wonders who disclosed
Innermost secrets to...

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