Does this last?

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Her heart a secret garden
with walls so very high,
her soul a wilted rose
where innocence had died.
Her eyes a sunken petal
mirroring guilt and pain,
her voice a cracking leaf
chokes as if a chain.
Speaking to the flowers
hearing echoes of the past
questioning her worth
she wonders if this lasts.





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