Risque
Even in the saddest parts of her, she glowed.
She was standing still at a crossroad.
No one understood who she was at heart.
Her madness pulled her and others apart.
She was standing still at a crossroad.
A grin was something she always showed.
Her madness pulled her and others apart.
They saw her as a headstrong sweetheart.
A grin was something she always showed,
Known for regularly being in a sensual mode.
They saw her as a headstrong sweetheart.
Not knowing she will soon come apart.
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