Trance
A lonely tear
Slips off her eye
Her mouth open
A single cry
Quietly hoping
Mind at rest
The drop, gone frozen
For the best
Eyelids shut
Wall of water
Salty flood
Tears that shot her
Hands grow numb
As her breathing slows
Darkness come
Slowly grows
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