They dared me,
I made my way,
Towards her.
She looked at me,
Smiled,
Then walked away.
I tried to go,
Follow.
Yet, she was,
Already lost,
Into the dark abyss.
I checked in her room,
She was sleeping,
The 7-year-old.
She reminds me of,
The woman.
From the coffee shop.
But why?
— Amethyst Lock
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