She
honey brown skin
warm, soft
black angel hair
long, lovely
now lusterless
with dead doll eyes
and skin like parchment
cold, colorless
her deep red lips
now unable to utter
a single beautiful noise
a perfect, silent
motionless sculpture
until time
turns to dust
her pretty
little eyes
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