A mute speaker
a blind viewer
a thoughtless thinker
-humbly proud-
-is what she is
a heat of emotion
boils in volcanoes
from an abysmal golly
through an inaccessible altitude
this cloud must stay
unnoticeably humid
till it's punctured
by a yearning opposite
that's what she is
but when hysterically, it gushes
when unrully you get drenched
it's ill to be irked
she lets it loose
because you are rarely exclusive.
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