Raging with fury, yearning to spit out the flux,
Words can’t suffice the expression of dismay,
After all the struggle, tired and famished,
Disgusted by perfect order and rules,
A touch of love dissolves the soul at war,
Unacceptable that love has the power to calm,
She shuns the lithe touch,
Back again love touches with braving innocence.
She sleeps, a calm resonance of unsettled desires picture in her eyes,
And trickle down in tears that adorn her pale cheeks.
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