Under her lunar-milk, ginger-haired, expression,

A secret message is hidden,

Like the darkness,

Hides a fly-by-night scheme,

With yet to be discovered, past-lived, memories,

Could be found in her dreams,

She creates lies to protect,

A family that is not what they seem,

Lost are her friends and dearest love,

To smolder and flames,

A father, once near,

Now is gone.

All that remains is her mom and her three siblings’ beloved,

And now sixteen and will forever be blighted,

As the girl that no one claims to know.



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