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Jul 2021
There once was a girl
So small a pale
Her voice was soft
Her body frail

She cared too much
She cried like a saint
Nothing was nothing
Her words where like paint

Vast worlds unfolded
Beneath her gentle touch
A forest of poetry
The horizon never enough

She would do no harm
And suffer evermore
She was too selfless
Her brutal fatal flaw

I do not know what happened
To that sweet and lovely maid
Only that her soul broke
Darkness makes light fade

At night I sit and wonder
If she can be reborn
But I know that innocence
Can never be untorn
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