This Loner...

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This loner thinks... thinks, and does it some more.
Some could say she's a thinkers' whore
while hidden within what feels safest for her
she sinks ever deeper
lives under the floor
This shielded hearts mind she ventures outside
her mental land mine
this sensitive's space, a bubble, protection
from wandering souls' spiritual dissection
She opens herself
behind fingers spayed wide
horrified, trembling, shivering inside
one step, two steps halting just now
will she see what to do?
will she even know how?


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