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Her Turmoil


Across the room
Purple eys do stare
Towards the voice of doom
As he lingers there

With a body so perfect
And fantasies divine
She knows she's trapped
Within feelings of time

Although she will outwardly deny
The calling of her heart
She will eventually cry
When the pain does start

What will her destiny be
Where eill it lead
She does not know, nor oes she see
That the peace that she had is now dead

Only time will tell
What the outcome will be
She has much time to wait
Before she is free


Copyright 1999 Robin Facchiano