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Hardly Scarred
The scars are hard around her heart
But this is where they are seen
Here lies the body
of the beautiful
Callused Queen
Face like a Porcelain Doll
Voice once like a dove's call
Now...as cold and dead.
as the soul in us all.
Her murder is the story that must be told
The root of all evil.
In one love so old.
The love of self and self alone
Is how and why she died on her own
The callused Queen
an evil being.
Beauty from within always non-existing
The scars are hard around her heart
But this is where they are seen
Here lies the body
of the beautiful
Callused Queen
In love with herself.
she was..
A lonesome being.
A suicide from her tower fall.
What a gift that was to us all.
With her death came the ability to take in love and life
in the same breath.
But in those moments...
before her body collapsed..
she had one regret
and one relapse
To never have loved another she was at fault.
But in the two seconds before her body shattered.
She decided none of it mattered as long as in
He** her face was intact.
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