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    She cringed and crawled inside herself
    as she observed the feverish veil of expectation
    darkening his eyes.
    She did not want to hear the words
    that jailed her spirit with a gentle fist of love,
    as he placed his lust for fame
    upon her tender shoulders, so very young.
    She saw the weird excitement twist his
    handsome mouth as he dreamed aloud
    the glory of her future life: look at
    the neon lights, he said, one day
    they'll scream your name. But the light
    in his eyes was sucked inside, pulsating
    through the secret chambers of his heart.
    In every neon light he saw her name,
    each throbbing burst of light
    proclaimed his name with fervent adoration.
    And she, his little daughter,
    shivered, bent, almost broke
    under the strangling yoke of love
    he placed upon her heart,
    when, with cheeks aglow and
    restless eyes he told her
    of the life of fame he planed for her,
    his little gem, his genius of
    a daughter.

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