Her beauty
Is spilt
Across a canvas
Of hurt,
She wears pain
Like blush
Sometimes heavy
And it smears
Through the tears
A pitter patter
Of suffering,
No one understands
Yet they're all beneath her,
A shooting star
Streaking across
Their otherwise plain sky
Her soul ablaze
Everyone wishes,
As the darkness surrenders
To her fiery light...

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