innocence and arrogance entwined,
in the filthiest of minds.
she was bitten on her birthday and now,
a face in the crowd she's not
and i suspect that now forever the shape she
came to escape is forgot.
and it's a lot to ask her not to sting and give
her less than everything,
around your crooked conscience she will wind.
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