Lady by Ann Wood
My Lady Lookinspires and scares.
Who I am, no one knows,
and many think yours.
Three times the clock strikes,
with three strokes hit the heart.
Whatever you've loaded,
this will show the face.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2018-10-01 at 16:45
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