Challenge
Write a poem about a maze of some sort. It does not have to be a physical maze (although that is cool too!). Think outside the box.
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Decades
She was poor in ordinary
It grew to suit her well
Mimicking was not her specialty
She grew bored, and real
Favorites strung hearts
As if, black stars on cracked cement
She knew every way back
A lit map in her head
Mimicking was not her specialty
Something different