The Repressed Rebel When she fell asleep the flashback came. It took her to the moon, whispering her name. On the#moonthere was an argument Against a dictator cruel Who challenged her to fight An ugly, bloody duel. A punch of politics, A slap of superiority, A mirror to remind her- She had no authority. Her eyes lost their glimmer, Her protest fell apart. But though he took her memory, He doesn't have her heart. #ragbag
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