She dreamt of running through the field
Of soaring above the sky
And dancing with starlight
But duty kept her bound to the earth
In a skirt
Her hair unbraided
Her face unadorned
When she slipped out into the moonlight
She saw sour faces—frowning
Their lips—whispering
The whispers guided her hands
As she tore out the artist
And fell apart
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