Lush she sleeps,
Beneath the bower,
The girl who would not be tamed,
Left in eternal slumber,
Eyelids twitching,
She fights to wake,
But all who see,
Cannot see beyond,
Her perfect make,
Is a soul screaming to be free,
Day by day her frustration grows,
And with it,
Her hate.
~Rei Shiori
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