Impure

Her impure heart
Has changed.
Where it was once beating with love,
It beats no longer.
Her long golden locks,
Now turned gray.
Her soft, deep brown eyes,
Now a dead, ice blue.
Her once radiant skin,
Changed to a sickly pale.
I attempt to stop her,
But determination dominates.
The addiction's too strong,
For her soul-eating drugs.





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