Still waters run deep
Down the city
She is flipping
Over… Pretty
Girl leaves home
For hunting
Fervent storm
Is close to starting.
She is fickle,
As a werewolf
Roguish twinkle…
Gapes to wolf…
…
Day is slipping
Down the city
She is sleeping
Like a kitty
Kinsfolk fondly
Think her goody,
Slightly lonely,
Somewhat moody.
If they only
Tried to peep,
They could see
Still waters run deep.
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