Running
afar a labeled note,
Nick
and turns made her see.
Calm,
doom, dark she fought-
Slipping
through the day-dreamy.
Love
took her,
Hurt
took her,
Pride
took her,
Smile
took her.
Surpassed
all yet gave them back!
A pity
brat-
Swing
to match the fad.
Some
eyes said she's bad,
Iris
widen still on her!
Some
human were really glad.
Few
humane saw what she had.
Routes
and roots, none she knew.
Black
little balls had no clue.
On and
on, on the path,
She
stood and stared the roads back.
Thoughtful
she, winning wrath
Bumped
and blown a hollow stack!
Life
is what she came across,
A
labyrinth knitted by her foot.
In and
out was the only trace,
Gone
all the days in perfect maze!
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