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by on March 2, 2013

Anxious she lay, on her bed
She knew not what to say
Numerous thoughts in her head
Of consequences stray

A sleepless night, yet
Not quite so dreamless
Disturbing these nightmares
Seem forever seamless

The fragility of her mind
Unstable like the seasons
These contemplations bleak
Are often without reason

Preoccupied is her mind
Not idle in the least
Vain she is of her beauty
Afraid of the beast

Soon; maybe later
Her thoughts come to a stop
Her mind; an apprentice
At the devil’s workshop

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