Scarred Wench

Scarred wench, approaches my bench

Wounds superficial, emotions artificial

At 16 years old, she knows so little

Departs with a wave, and a catchya later

Rejoins the group, among them a skater

Why must they seek, a soul like mine

What has been, my terrible crime

Ignorance is bliss, return to the arrogant abyss

Scared wench, please retain your stench

 

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