Virtue always intact no matter how broken she flys on. Living to love. Loving to die. So happy. So sad. So broken. So perfect. A glass doll begging for release. Arching and whimpering. Small red marks appear where passion overtook. Sensibility thrown to the wind. Desire driving each action. For one alone. Locked as one. Pasts forgotten at once. No thought. Pieces sewn back together. Afraid to hurt. Putting it all on the line anyway. Courage to those locked away in fear. Poor little innocent child. Nothing like that in reality. Dreams and wishes. Wants and needs. Collide to make her. The world sees none of it.
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