She sneaks to the back unaware,
Ending with a shutting door, an amused stare,
Crawling through the small corridor,
Ready to open up heavens galore,
Every birthday it's the same sneaky routine,
To the living room where secretly, her gifts can be seen.
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Hi my name's Shaheena, or shapeenur, whatever floats your boat, whatever grinds your h- I mean. Yeah. Whatever floats your boat. I've recently been described as a 'social recluse' while in a social situation, so. I like, no, love writing, I particularly LOVE writing and reading poetry; I'd really appreciate if you checked out any of my works. :).
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