how does the most innocent
always destruct prominently?
Unknowingly she lingers by,
sharing thoughts and images
wanting to learn, learn, know.
Trouble follows, for the trust
bestowed is never trusted.
By and now she goes,
walk stoically among the rustic bodies,
incense of death harmonize,
de-construct, rebuild.
Patient as the tides,
quiet more than than the wind,
she treads, a leaderless villain
wiling to face the day
uncaringly, unknowingly, unhappy.
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