Dirty
"I am unclean."
"Pardon?"
"I am unclean," she stated again, apathetically.
The boy remained aloof as he groped for her hand.
She swatted his away.
"You didn't hear me," she turned to him.
"I did hear you," he said unwaveringly, "you think that you are unclean."
She paused and accepted his hand.
Perhaps too readily, she thought, wondering at what had driven her to find a filthy girl in her image.
She was simply naive when it came to love, though she never wished to be. It was irksome that the ardor-deprived furrows of her mind should spite her by refusing to fulfill themselves 'til passion is cloyed!
She would not lead a sepulchral existance, and she will deny a premature death...
...but never will she become bereft of sensibility.
"Pardon?"
"I am unclean," she stated again, apathetically.
The boy remained aloof as he groped for her hand.
She swatted his away.
"You didn't hear me," she turned to him.
"I did hear you," he said unwaveringly, "you think that you are unclean."
She paused and accepted his hand.
Perhaps too readily, she thought, wondering at what had driven her to find a filthy girl in her image.
She was simply naive when it came to love, though she never wished to be. It was irksome that the ardor-deprived furrows of her mind should spite her by refusing to fulfill themselves 'til passion is cloyed!
She would not lead a sepulchral existance, and she will deny a premature death...
...but never will she become bereft of sensibility.
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