Desdemona

Almond-shaped, blue-green eyes,
Had more than their fair share of cries
What is she doing by herself?
Freckled cheeks, dimples too,
A smile no one seems to see through
Why isn’t she asking for help?

Desdemona
What are you still doing here?
Desdemona
You’re closer to the edge than you appear

Loves too much, loves too sure,
Loves more than can be safe for her
What is she doing by herself?
Reckless love, blind to abuse
A plot device those men can use
Why isn’t she asking for help?

Desdemona 
You can’t live your life afraid of fear
Desdemona
You’re closer to the edge than you appear

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