Leslie
This merciless tyrant,
Tormentor of souls
Chooses trusting young
Leslie as prey
He scrambles her thoughts
And darkens her moods
Each dawn brings
The same stormy day.
Alone and adrift
On an ocean so vast
She’s as lonely
And lost as can be
But on the distant horizon
Gleams a gold, welcoming shore
That no one but Leslie can see.
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