confidance
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She prowls her home, always on guard
Forever weary of intruders, of invaders, of men coming inside.
Remembering the one she had foolishly let in
So long ago now, but far too soon to forget. Always too soon to forget
It was at the tender age of 11,
In which I entered this place called Poetry Heaven.
I had a little taste of Shakespeare,Dickinson, Angelou and Hughes,
