Here she sits, hands in her lap.

People wonder why she seems so sad.


Here she sits, head feels heavy.

One person trying to flood the levy


Here she sits, hands tightly crossed,

One person telling her to relax.


Here she stands, she walks away.

In her own way, she's afraid.


There he stands, wide eyed.

His reputation compromised.


Fists tighten, he follows in anger.

Shouting obsienties in his wake.


Running, he follows.

He starts screaming.


She gets to her sanctuary.

She is safe.

She had mace.



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