Tear through, tear through, we have all been coming.
Hide behind the pale green leaf. Burrow into a borrowed body.
Be still and still be seen.
A split soul is often the easiest to trap.
No one can be both, the princess and the pauper.
Hmmm... I don't know. I don't think she reminds me of the sorb-apples poem. Although I do like connecting the waste portion to "medlars" and "delicious rotteness." Though I don't know if I like connecting her to those things. Maybe I'll just make them V.1 and V.2?