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Lamenting and sorrowful she spoke
Her words were shallow, just like her
The Doors plastered across her chest,
you know she didn’t listen
Her eyes were green,
Her lips were red.

She went home and cried
But you know she didn’t care
The tears were a front as well
She was good at fooling
Her own mind corrupted

Who was she, anyways?






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