Status Quo
Lone traveller in a danger zone
Blades slashes in a place she calls home
Fixing scars oppressing her thin skin
Stretching arms for a spark to fit in
With a frail shield she walks her way
Lids begging tears to stay away
‘Nay’ they say rolling down for a kiss
Weak, tired and and in search of a bliss
Stingers, venoms, and claws cast on her
Tall she stood for them to deter
Above she looks for her north star
She could not reach for it was too far
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