She feels like a fragmented piece of glass.
She stands their with elegance, a sparkle that may not last.
Her wirey body structure, bends over in time.
A woman of finesse, A woman who still shines.
She covers her face with her soft woven hands.
A beautiful structure that nobody understands.
She held on with her last dying breaths.
Her endlessly estimated deaths.
Countless hours of the reckless tower.
She forgave him, and whatever he stood for.
Shout out to all the ones he tried to ignore.
Shout out to what they believed in.
Shout out to another night of sin.
Shout out once again.
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