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I insist only on this inconspicuous voluptuous decay.
It easily persists, remarks itself, in just the way
I can oh so stoically keep it candid.
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I can secrete the rancid, as I stare
Right into all the cameras can scan
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I’m staid as a post,
Not readily afraid of the costs.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. — Maya Angelou
If you would like, respond to the quote above with a poem, short story, essay, or whatever creative expression you wish. I cannot wait to see what you come up with this week! Please link this post to your submission and tag SCfriends. As always, if you are not yet a writer for Sky Collection, comment below. I will be sure to add your voice!
