She looked on with accusing eyes:
She contemplated truth.
Her dreams, ambitions, vague perceptions,
He turned into soot.
So she looked with accusing eyes,
With thoughts that no one knew.
He marveled at her angry glare,
For she gave
very
few.
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Gave me the chills. Amazing.