Her figure, a tasted petite tone
Colored golden and brown from light's dark rays
Those black chords of silken string
Almond eyes of monotonous rue
Shift over the shimmering decor
Green leaves that only speak of thrills
Certain clouds, shortly to fade
Her wait agonizing patience
Pounds the door of selfish grace
Heavily breathes psychotic despair
Only to find her mistaken pride.
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