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A Half-Loved Girl
A Poem
photographs could have told you a story
about a half-loved girl who adventured
in the shadows between words,
never lingering too long
in the realm of reality
her eyes hid secrets in shrouds,
but you never would have known
because her smile concocted
the perfect mask
those who knew her best might have said
she was one to keep her heart
locked and buried in a box,
no key to be found
to free her
her thoughts were best kept coddled
in numerous journal skins,
the inked pages bound
never to betray her
if you met her, you would have noticed
the oddity of her in checkered spades,
but she could enchant well enough
when she was bothered to do so —
but never ever once before
her conversation became stilted,
words like stitches on a canvas,
but you wouldn’t be bothered
because she made you laugh
