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She lies on her back

Unawakened by the cold

She dreams of an attack

How could they be so bold?

 

She questions every turn

Listens to what her mother told

Endless stories of the future burn

her father use to scold

 

She dreams of colorful beauty

A way to resist further pain

Honesty

That’s the best policy

 

She’s unfamiliar with the story

Of Jack and Jill gone wrong

She listens for the words

But somehow they have gone

 

She tempts herself with cigarettes

A challenge with some bets

Holding onto what she kept

A secret from the rest

 

Inside her heart is pumping

But she waits for restlessness

Her eyes shut involuntarily

Into a sweet atmospheric bliss

 

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[tekphobik]

I find the disappearing and reappearing rhyming scheme to unbalance my ability to read this coherently.