Her body is an old battlefield. It's overgrown with strawberries now.
A heart of blazing fire encased in ice. The contrast makes them both survive.
She wants to live in the forest, running barefoot, as the trees become a metropolis and the sounds of nature are the only modernism she needs.
She wants the world, but only if she'll make it home by tea time.
If she can't get it, at least give her a big slice.

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