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Jean Gray

Once every few months
The dreaded storm approaches
Too close for comfort
A little too personal
Keeping within itself
Some pages, no leaves
And purposefully dramatic
Sarcasm, derision, and no blood

Evading a touch, spark
All it can
Flummox, Confusticate, Maraud
Even help a stranger
To keep the legend alive
Strike just the one
And the perfect exhibition
Of prolonged lightheartedness

At first glance
Self-obsessed, narcissistic, not alone
At second glance
Brooding, Baleful, still not alone

I see a girl inside
Deep inside
Maybe she isn't there
But I see her
And what now?
How I always know to stay away
Yet prove to all that I knew nothing to begin with...
(More to follow)

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