[it is him. it has always been him. sullied, lifting proverbial skirts with a flick of her teeth, kaede pulls away from him in a manner which says he does not belong. he is not welcome. he has humiliated her and she will not accept it again. to the pretty girl, she bows, bows and tries; do you understand my words? desperation is sure to rise; for now kaede keeps it wrapped, tied.]

it is him.

it has always been him.

sullied, lifting proverbial skirts with a flick of her teeth, kaede pulls away from him in a manner which says he does not belong.

he is not welcome.

he has humiliated her and she will not accept it again.

to the pretty girl, she bows, bows and tries; do you understand my words?

desperation is sure to rise; for now kaede keeps it wrapped, tied.