My thoughts are good of others,
til mask fall off,
then I partake, in their game of masquerade.
I am blunt and unusually bold,
until it hurt’s a feeling.
As well as a loyal soul,
until true emotions, start revealing.
I can read your mind,
your heart, and character,
as well as your sign.
While, naturally being right,
95% of the time.
Over years I’ve learned
full moon’s reflect,
the harsh nature’s of people heart’s.
And just by them passing by me,
of them, no part.
I’ve spoken about other lives,
I was assigned to live before.
Like Ruby, a fortune telling Gypsy, from many, moons ago.
She resided in a large unfriendly town,
called Westpointe, Indigo
Ruby, a regal beauty, with dark features, and the grayest eyes seen, covered black hair,
as a crown…
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