There was a thought of heart before that told of loving every whore. It spoke that if she held it wide her heart would come to wear much pride. A one showed up who wanted all. They’d need to take her in their shall. She hadn’t known how bad she meant to bring this kind with her fair scent. The thought of giving all to love and being taken back above—to let herself into her arms would change the way she led her charge. Seeds she’d sow would grow anew and freedom borne would show right through.
