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Oct 2014
She's wandering in her own misery
Trapped in a frozen wasteland
For all eternity
Her tears are falling like grains of sand
A forgotten piece of history
The past and present rest in her hand
Her soul lost to humanity

Crystallized shards falling to the ground
A shattered mind that won't be healed
A spirit left unattended
Darkness is her shield, her face has been sealed

Crushed glass, leaving kisses that won't last
A bleeding trail, crimson red
Sails at sea, on the ocean of dreams, set half mast
Following the souls of the long dead

The tears have fallen
The goddess stolen
The path has bled
For the angel in red
Jennifer Collins
Written by
Jennifer Collins  Capulin, New Mexico
(Capulin, New Mexico)   
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