Once She Has

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Her eyes glimmer no more of joy

Her vibrant smile is more like a wince

Her rosy cheeks is all but black and blue

Her once fiery long hair is cut short

Her aura surrounds her like dark storm

Yet she had done nothing wrong

Yet she did good deeds

Yet here she is lying on the wet ground

Lifeless that she is.  

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