Her mind was a clean slate and so pure
Not impressionable for she was yet unable to fathom
She was at her most vulnerable
Open to the good, bad and the ugly, her mind was unprotected
Her beady eyes scanned around her
Seeing all things but grasping nothing
Unable to plan ahead, others did so for her
Three plans, two in accord but one of discord
Two of love but one of hate and jealousy
She knew none and had no choice in the matter…
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