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her thoughts are lucid and departed
with stains of regret on her heart
bloodstained red she fixes the stitches
patched up art, the finest of riches
She then watches the sky
as the still frame burns
daunted by all this time
the end stood vindicated
The scattering mind waits
For one of two moments
her heart will find it's way home
or her heart will forever be alone
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