Shivering dejectedly from the cold winds.
Having had too much of a fickle master,
Discounting all in the wake of disaster.
She hungers for a warm fire,
Love and acceptance her soul's desire.
She feels there are those who would,
She would give her all to them if she could.
But in the face of her past and to this end,
She doubts her feelings as just a legend.
But where to look for those who are what they say,
It's hard to find the way
In the cold winter snows.
Who, where, how? No one knows.
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