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where

hair like night
eyes like summer
skin like winter
smells like saturn
she drips into the atmosphere
and her surroundings .. compeletly unaware
and she is swallowed by the dark, cold embrace called life...
and she falls and falls
and walks down meloncholy hallways,
that led to nowhere, that will lead to nowhere ..
she cannot feel, for she is angry .
she cannot live, for she has died .
she cannot grow, for she has shamely ..paid her mothers price ..
and she graces all with a smile, not letting them see that shes rotting inside,
and her pretty face holds more secrets than the naked eye can tell ..
she doubts all, she wacthes them come and go .. she is stuck in awe at the wonder called ..love .
she is made of chaos and essence ..and she doesnt know where she might belong ..
where does she belong ..where .
where?

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