The Shadow of a Ghost of a Memory
Red puppet strings
Tugging at her heart
She’s flotsam and lost things
Drifting further and further apart
She listens to the voices of her past
Ringing loud and clear
She knows she won’t last
They’re all she can hear
She is totally blind
To those who offer her aid
Out of sight, out of mind
Her soul slowly fades
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