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Becoming Her (Blank Verse)
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Random Thoughts The leaves against the wind are stale and brown
A woman sits still and rarely ever stirs
A mistake she's made for hurting so deep tonight
And may the gusts blow merciless and harsh
Such madness encased the warm and gentle soul
Twisting and aching to drive him to defeat
While slicing and killing the saddened heart of her
To become free is not an option now
Chained to misery and not knowing outside
Of madness and mistrust keeping her thriving
