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Yesterday she cried
because of an illusion
disguising itself as a monster
blanketed and masked
caged in camouflage
and devastating

She felt unalone
yet unable to speak
ashamed and leashed
domesticated by past
and current choice

It is her aim to release
herself from her reins
and blinders

It is meant to be

How many times before she
has written this same poem
yet today she is older
though apparently not much

There is the taste
of dessert
a final clause

She is no longer
and begging to be free

She is free
and smart enough
to move forward
surrounded by
the universe which
encircles her beautiful
little Conqueror