"Me"A Poem by Valentine"Me" No one knows, or ever sees.
The inner parts of what is me.
So adapt at covering yesterday...
All that is shown...is today.
No one knows...what is hidden inside,
The locked cells where thought abides.
Whats in the past is never shown;
Buried in black...it remains unknown.
Yet...everdays thoughts...return to mind;
Returning to agonize...with tortures...unkind.
Valentine
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