May 31, 2011
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All her life,
Broken she
Spoke with a voice,
A whisperous calm.
Trapped beneath burning lights.
Bittersweet, atop dusty shelves.
Broken she
Wanders the lonely streets,
With weary feet,
A mighty strength.
Trapped, atop a dusty shelf.
Bittersweet, the faded lights.

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