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She languished in the licorice-colored darkness
That sapped her optimism like a leech,
A lady convicted of libel never committed,
Now labeled as a liar.
She had no license to be cheerful now,
Living a new life of hard labor
And wishing at least for a break.
He larynx closed over the unvoiced lament for liberty.
Out of the tight emotionless shield slipped growing anger,
A leakage that grew until the levee broke.
A desperate plan formed quickly as she headed toward
The lazy guards, pretending to be helplessly lame.
She pretended to be leery of them as she approached.
One gave her a lewd stare which she knew held no love.
This fueled lava-hot anger that set her hasty plan into motion.
She leapt at them like some berserk fighter of legend,
And plowed into them like a locust into a field.
They went for their weapons, but too late.
Her liberal amount of fury sent them flying unconscious
To lacerate their skin on the rocky floor.
She ran off before others could come and lynch her.
There was a skylight ahead, but no ladder.
The luminous moon shone through, and she drew power from it,
Levitating up into the lunar night.
She flew through the lucid sky,
The lavender sunset long gone.
The lofty sky was full of luxurious warm air,
And the moon glowed with a bright luster.
She let loose a lyrical cry of triumph and freedom.
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