Libra, most charming of all signs,
finely balanced between the multitudes
and the skies hung low at night.
One dawn, a weight dropped, and the scales tipped.
A black funeral shroud, sending cracks up the prison wall.
She slipped gently to the other side.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Libra, most charming of all signs,
finely balanced between the multitudes
and the skies hung low at night.
One dawn, a weight dropped, and the scales tipped.
A black funeral shroud, sending cracks up the prison wall.
She slipped gently to the other side.
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