the little girl stood on the hill
the air was quiet, the night was still
torments around her outside in
she had to run
internal din
she found a place cushioned and warm
where she felt so far from harm
it was a lake so deep and black
as she dove in she did not look back
within the liquid artifice
lost alone a place like this
and everytime the anguish felt
in these toxic waters
she would melt
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