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Posted on February 1, 2024January 24, 2024 by Freegrandmaa

She was

She was a mirror

An alignment

An embodiment

A step ahead

And I believed I loved her

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Tagsabstract poetry, black poets, cryptic poetry, love poem, love poems, mystic poet, mystic poetry, original poem, poet, romantic poem, self awareness, self care, self love, self reflection, self worth, spilled poem, spilled poetry, surrealist poetry

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