There but for the sake of his pride she wanders into darkness.
This world I see through eyes unlearned.
Misshapen, time weary.
What I saw I was.
Emulating who I knew you wanted me to be.
Inside she is truth.
Genuine to herself.
Eyes wide open. Beauty and peace in freedom.
Her story rewritten.
Rested from this deep slumber she awakens.
She is art.
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