SHE longed for friends, but had been burned,
as sometimes girls in packs are cruel;
she cautiously reached out again,
connection, for her heart, was fuel
BUT love and friendship come with risk:
the careless slights that still leave marks,
and flashes of vindictiveness
with flecks of her own blood among
the sparks
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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