Sorry For Her
Wet lines drawn on her cheeks
Trapped in the loneliness of sorrow
Eluding the mocking faces
She walked in the alley alone
A woman so much misspelled
her beauty was the villain-
of yesteryears , now just a scar
of perversion and abuse.
The unruly hair , the stony face
She could not be more pathetic
But who got to care these,
In this vast globe shrinking fast.
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