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Warrior
She was forced to be strong,
Her gentle nature hidden within the folds of her heart.
Love has been fleeting,
Each time tearing her apart.
Vulnerability is weakness in her mind,
Afraid she’ll be left behind...
A lioness taking on the role of the lion
Pride.
Dominance.
Control.
Very keen,observant, and precise,
This time— indecisiveness won’t suffice
Her...
Sunday 4th February 2018 2:28 am
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