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Ladies and good men,
And those in between,
I have a short tale,
Let me paint a scene. 

Someone saw a girl
And began to fall,
Like Icarus loved
The sun with exalt.

At first she thought she’d
Just like to be friends,
But then she realised
This was more intense.

She told two others 
these feelings she felt
Two friends, she thought safe.
(Her wings will soon melt.)

She flew toward the sun,
Feeling like a king,
Her secret was safe,
Or so you would think.

One friend told one more,
the secret she knew,
They  were  not loyal,
Not honest, not true.

The girl found them out
And swore her revenge,
But when she got it,
People  called  “Villain!”

She was stole away,
Put in quarantine.
Her wings were now gone,
She started drowning.

Her head was under,
She stopped swimming up,
The girl she once prized
Pulled her from the flood

They became best friends,
Her crush faded out,
Held each other up,
Refused to just drown.

They swam to the top
And she wrote a poem
In lines of 5 sounds,
Made of truths her own.

She can’t tell others
How to tell their tale.
If she’s the villain
That’s their truth, oh well.

But she knows her own,
And that’s all she needs,
She’ll learn from her fault
And make some new wings.

Her new friends won’t melt
Her wings or her pride,
They’ll make her happy,
And they’ll let her fly.

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