She had a face, a beautiful face,
With eyes as bright as the moonlight,
Ultimately leading her to a new light.
Her face grew hideous and weak,
Her attitude becoming dull, old, and bleak.
Her mere existence feeling like a bomb,
Her demeanor no longer old and calm.
Her echoes grew distant, foggy, and measly,
Her disconnection shattered me deeply.
He was a good,...
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