Virginia Clark

Rookie (Heidelberg, Germany)

Hallway Of Mirrors

It gets hard living in this castle alone
A chilling atmosphere with floors made of stone
In my room there is solitude
And when I leave it there is more
It's quiet, dreary- until I step out of the door
Outside my gates, there is a bustling village
But not one that I would ever be involved with because surely my unguarded castle will be pillaged
But I can't let that stop me, so with one foot out of the gate
I freeze and run away-

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