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Impossibly Dear
Impossibly dear
Exhaustingly vain
Ever so clear
We’re playing her game
Abiding her rules
Riding her moods
She’ll brand us fools
If we dare elude
We’re all aware
All in the loop
No need to share
We have the scoop
No one refuses
Nobody talks back
The deceit that she uses
Dereails our tracks
It destroys our free thinking
And robs us of pride
Manipulative linking
That quiets our drive
And that is that
No questions to ask
Since our words would fall flat
And she’d have the last
Copyright ©
Anna Hopper
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