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Fallen She lies with her face half-hidden In the curve of her palm and cloak of semidarkness Pale yellow spill of a silk dress Carelessly spread across the bed Like a winding streak of blood upon new skin raw and soft Her limbs curled, face damp Only the dark knows what lies within For she will face the world with an expression Of pure happiness and unrefined joy And let the façade burn away When carelessly she falls From grace
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