Her Poem by Evette Morales

Her



Always there
Never bare
Multiply subtract
Add divide
Reading misspelled
Wondered if well

White for yes
Black for no
Always gold
Never known

All the feelings
In the world
Could never help
A lonely girl

Empty inside
Full out
Wanted more
Never a chance
A closed door
Never a glance

Sick, diseased
Apple, poisoned
Last salvation
Never cure...
Her

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Nowhere but Anywhere and not only Here
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