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she was stuck in a vicious cycle
ambivalence flowed in her ichor
all this time she’s in a pendulum
in a perpetual glee and gloom
pondering if she’ll go through or not
rather than just keeping her mouth shut
relying only on written rhymes
inscribing adoration in lines
installing hints in her poetry
not wanting to tell him directly
longing for his attention, she prayed
and hoped that he read the clues she laid
For only through these codes she could speak
To someone who’s truly angelic
