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There she stood

Waiting

For the lost prince

In her own little world

Oblivious

To the whispers

Drifting

From behind her.



The wind

Caught

Malicious comments

In a spider web

Of truth.

Their words

Cutting

Only if

You understood

Their meaning.



Riots

Could break out

She wouldn’t know.

In her own little world,

All that mattered

Was herself.

Swirling thoughts

Twist around

The happy memories.



Nothing

Could break

The protective barrier

Placed

For total

Prevention

Of access

To her intellect



When all who matter

Are gone,

What can you do,

Except conceal your true identity

Under a veil

Of lies

And deceit?