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DiscoveredDiscovered Have I been discovered? Did she see? Oh, dear God, Don't let this be! No wait They are just questions Just observations Ha, ha, ha… Poor woman… She does not know Heart be still Face be calm Breath stretch out “My dear, my dear, thank you for your concern…” “I've been sick you see.” A touch on the arm… How cute, She trusts me. But the truth is She does not wish to see… Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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