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Talon May 2018
She sits on her porch, awaiting a savior.
A poor little girl, someone please save her.
Her home life;
a wreck.
She constantly frets,
about going back home.
Her social life,
ruined,
from choices she made.
Many of thoughts tell her to run 'way.
But here she sits, alone on her porch;
awaiting for someone to save her from something worse.

— The End —