And comes the day that
she left her fears behind
to walk with no strings attached
And no wounds inside.
What could that be…
So different, in, out, over, under, around, walking by...?
Looking for spreeding some,
For some sharing, by the way.
Looking (at least) for someone that she could stare
as an equal.
Sort of thing
Wouldn’t be that ease to find…
But (certainly) does worth trying.
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