She passes in beauty
She flees in ice
Her insecurity is futile
Feelings kept back in a pile
She seeks a lone prescence
Flitting through dark alleys
Hopping from street lights
Claiming misters; escaping fights
Her freedom is danger
It will end her
Yet here she is at peace
This is where the pain will cease
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