When she will treat your heavy sketching on her chest
As gentle hands attempting to tickle her soul.
She’s learning to stop crying to your words.
She’s recalling her face.
She’s shooting at the mirror…
The mirror breaks her reflection.
Her reflection breaks away from the shattering mirror.
Society lost its
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