Jenna always wondered
All over tattered
If one day love
Would be released from under that glove

Darkness is all Jenna felt
Held
Dreamt
Or lead

What was life like
Behind this stone-like
Life?
Or Death?
Or even Hate
And Strife?

Why doesn't Jenna receive
Love
Why doesn't the Wind
Blow
Why doesn't it pass Jenna's
Window

Where does the wind blow?
Where does it never blow?
Surely anywhere Jenna seeps below!

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