Kimi's locks windtorn damage bear
as though bladed gale did wreck her
(such shocking visage won't check her)
Amber wide in moment's dismay.
Dresser's dark beguile did strike swift,
requested inch not all that fell.
Though besieged under mocking stares,
her high brow still shines tall and proud.

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