Where is the space
she's searching for?
Free from pain
and main stream conspirisys
too fast
for tired times
competing for future paths.
She prays
with a heavy yoke
across her shoulders,
older than
she should be,
in her own
hiding place,
with no disgrace....
but fighting
for her future
in the half human race.
Waf
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