Wandress
I am a simple wandress, an ingenue with virgin wings,
Entangled in strings of anguish, I steer from the path,
Aware of the wrath, I twirl in a world of my own.
I’ve my soul on a chain, with controls to my pain,
But a dalliance with love turns stone to cellophane.
You see right through me.
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