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By Myriah Keays ( late entry- unjudged submission)

i creep from my cave

intent on being known for just a moment

immediately i am caught

met with glares, sneers, and provocation

Look who’s finally resurfaced

i am known, but as the recluse

i am known, but as the outcast

i am known, but as the disappointment

i retreat, back to the cave, back to darkness, back to silence

I am not known.

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