She keeps distance away
From a place which they mistake as fiery pit
Of bustling motors and people without manner

A place she would never dare to consider to a home

She hates it as much as she hates a stepmother
When her eyes meet to her body and wonder
All towers that stand without borders from each other

These are lives
And she tosses it off
This is life
Before she suffocates hers
Like fire trying to survive without oxygen

She holds the hand that she once avoided
For the last nurturance she may trust


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