Wracking her brain for some sort of story.
A notion, a fantasy.
Something to impress,
to wear on her soul for the world to see.
Love me,
she screams,
as she looks into the faces of her enemy.
Enemies,
and enemies
of them shall never be forgotten in her mind
as she begs for salvation.
Temptation
is too much to bear in a cold world,
and warmth is all she asks for.
She is denied.
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