Jane: "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”
Jane's Air
Shadows shudder and brush her body,
mingle with moonlight's gleam.
"Plain," Pretty's
whims whisper.
Yet there’s something in her air
that speaks to me.
Fire’s flames
bleed in blood, dance like dares in his eyes—
No matter how many axiom arrows fly
she’ll not be led by lies.
“Clever!” Cupid cries in shame:
“What’s a game with no heart to blame?”
Shadows shudder and brush her body,
mingle with moonlight's gleam.
"Plain," Pretty's
whims whisper…
Yet there’s something in Jane’s air
that means truth to me.
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