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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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