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The Lonely Girl

Her face molded into place,
Eyes, fierce blue, cutting the soul’s of all eyes that meet her stare,
Alone, sitting in the darkened room...

As tears, run down, her sullen face,
A bright beam of white light shoot through a crack,
Making shadows...dance...in their glory....

Her lips curve, and her eyes glisten of,
Unshed tears...So beautous
She is no longer..the lonely girl...





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