a girl can dream.
she slept through all alarms, all signs of warning.
she awoke in 1940, when a woman's strife was glamorized.
when women were forced to fight.
she'll stay situated between the sheets, she'll take this one laying down.
for her severed limbs can't hold her up,
the beast has harrowed her zeal,
her will to persevere.
the narrative of a tragedy, Oh who will save the heroin?
the whore, this bitter burden with breasts,
glowing and thin.
her body looks alive, though her pale heart claims otherwise.
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