with Calm Unease,
i call on Depth
ring Passion’s doorbell
it’s answered by
Simple, a shroud
worn by Apathy, i
am frozen in
Confusion, thus
Deny, to accept
for I feel, that
Aloof is a
Façade of her self
preservation
i have witnessed
Wisdom, Strength, Passion
within, before
else I am prey
to my own heart’s Ruse
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