The Devil Wears Prada - Nora

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Nora
Attempting transcendence, transcendence
She’s fleeing and lost living at a cost
Her family’s been gone for years
Her home burnt to the ground
She’s trying now to move along
Not to be reminded
Not to be shortsighted
Blistered and bruised
Fighting for every step
Tight lungs, short breaths
Weak knees, tired eyes
Determination in a lowly disguise
She’s fleeing and lost living at a cost
Along with the wind
Nora: evading the killers, the killers
Wounds worsening
Laboring pushing on
Raw palms
Salt sting
No water
Muscle loss
Designation: calculated thoughts