This one is truly lucky.
Neither rich,
nor poor she has what she needs.
She believes in nothing,
yet has faith aplenty.
Emotions are smothered,
screened and hidden.
To save her heart,
from the evil shredder.
Elaborate her disguises,
worn when about.
To block all trace,
of silly notions no doubt.
Yet her hands become fists,
her face a smokescreen of glee.
For this one is truly lucky,
she is loved by me.
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