Her smile was withered as wax,
Her hair was woven with thorns,
She cared very little for matters of men,
her eyes were like thunderous storms.She sat and she gazed at the heavens
With a look that gave angels to squirms,
And she laughed at the sky
And confessed to it
"Why,
To me you are little but worms"
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