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Drifter Who is this womanDrifter by ~pikku-hiiri
With the sharp, nagging tongue?
Who wiles away days just waiting
And living
For those few minutes of peace
That come right before sleep?
Who is she?
This shell?
Suffering reality
With the ill grace
of a petulant child?
At what point did the girl
With the galloping heart,
And mind
So optimistic
Fade away?
Or maybe she flew,
Not so passive
As to fade.
Drifting away on the breeze of the dream
That once lifted her hair from her neck.
Tantalising,
And tempting,
The hint of a warm sun.
Gentle on her back.
Shame, such a shame.
The breeze came stronger,
But had nowhere to go
until she longed just
To
Alienated 
Sta.sh
