What is that?
That smell... no, it's a scent...
prey.
Hairs raised
Chills
Pupils, dilated
It's intoxicating, but damaged
I can sense the broken
so clear and profound.
The stench of death imminent.
The spirit says
"Leave it to die, it's sick...
this is the kind of illness that will
blow your cover.
LEAVE IT TO DIE alone.
Turn away, leave this one for Gaia.
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Skeptical, cynical, and perhaps a bit jaded...
My wounded heart protecting with
walls rebuilt, yet circumstamces demand
A short walk outside.

A kind smile, a warm embrace, welcoming energy
A sufficient potion to convince me
This was a safe place
Even if there were opportunities for pain.

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Pink?
Ha, what do You think I am?
I am a warrior.  A survivor.  A strong, independent woman... capable of many great things in life.
Not some delicate girl, some fragile thing - nor do I want to flag that way.
I don't want to be seen as vain, either.  Self-absorbed, as pink is.

However, You're in charge.
So, pink it is...

...because you see me.

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