In shadows thick, she carves a grin,
No conscience dwells beneath her skin.
She counts the stars like tally marks,
Each one a spark snuffed in the dark.
She mimics tears, rehearses pain,
But empathy runs dry as the rain.
A charming mask, a velvet lie,
With every smile, a soul will die.
She walks through crowds, a ghost, this name,
No guilt, no...
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