Stolen.
The simple faith of the unfettered soul.
The rest and peace of the unblemished heart.
The security of the sincere, innocent girl.
Arose.
The retreat of the bloodied naivety
The fear of the volley and the violation
The doubt and insecurity of the wounded woman.
Trust.
So simple a thought and complex a reality
Did she really know it in the former?
Or, is greatest opportunity ripe in her hand?
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