Poor Girl
The sadness of a poor young girl
Tears as blue as the inside of her mangled mind and lingering soul
Running her fingers along the rough wooden table
Splinters pierce her skin, numb to the pain
Eyes innocent white walls waiting
Numbness of her lips being void of the kiss of life accepting only death.
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