chapter 19: 'take me too, please'

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Her gaze softens when she's mid-sentence,

She rubs her foot when the voices fade,

She seeks no harm or any kind of vengeance,

If she does, its well hidden behind a facade,


Her eyebrows furrow looking at the ceiling,

And she often falls behind, when we walk in a crowd,

But she's never too far, always near,

She often looks like she came down from a cloud,

Something takes her away for a second,

I don't know where, I just know she's not here,

And that when she comes back she looks freshened,

Like something went in her, and killed all that fear,


I want to ask her how she leaves,

And what she feels, and what she sees,

I'll even get on my knees,

And ask her to take me too, please.

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