Bottled up and shoved away,
Stored up and kept for another day,
Never to be seen or felt again,
Pushed to that dark, fermenting glen.

No emotion with need to bear,
No pain, with no one to care,
Alone, in a sea of of silence,
No sound, no reason for offence.

Seperated by a desperate fence,
Embraced in quiet, cool and tense,
But sheletered, peaceful, serene,
In this place, a cherished queen.
 
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