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A smile hangs across her skin,  an expression that is mimicked.

Light beams from her eyes, a reflection that is blinding.

Within darkness lurks an invisible force waiting impatiently for its delivery. 

 With eager hand’s, it tightens on the reins.

The rope bleeds poison, all strength is lost.

It seeps through every vein overwhelming the soul, all will is lost. 

What is left is the shell, a cocoon of sorrow knocked upon by scrutiny. 

The echo mocks the effort, as nobody is home.

In the shadows, existence buzzes with life but the poison must run rivers before life can be replenished. 

Eventually, joy will be remembered because the alternative is an abyss.  


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