Prize Of Destruction Huitain
Scarred the fire remembers her face,
seeing the beauty she once was.
In a forgotten time and place,
she was followed by such applause.
A light scratch using painted claws
ripped up her gentle perfection.
Those lines create such superb flaws
that grace this prize of destruction.
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