Like a dove, she coos and purrs.
A sweet, young thing
Untouched by our disease.
Her smile is a candle
With a burning, true flame.
Turn to us.
A smile replaced by a forced,
Cold flash of teeth.
Manipulating the world
Like a burning mountain molds the land
Destroys all in its wake
Yet still creating something new.
This child grows from the dead land
The stone contains minerals…
The things one needs for life.
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