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Hidden Self
Hidden Self
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That day was my very last time
When I wrote a poem in rhyme
About the most intriguing stuff
She was my subconscious Self
Not a horse-riding redwood shero
She was experimenting with zero
Like a mystery of the secluded valley
She slowly became my only ally
Like a shining planet of Milkyway
She became my creative gateway
Never existed in the Worldly reality
She was the fruit of my fantasy
The one that was hidden in me
Unknown to the conscious glee
A personality, a complete mystery
Existed only in the brain's history
