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She stood, tall and defiant
so sweet, so innocent
so real, but so unreal
a creation
from my imagination
it's too good to be true
a trickery
a loud bang
cries
her soft, dying breath
the words, at last, escape my lips
"I am sorry"
but it is far, far
too late



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