she was simple;
a mirror long since cracked.
yet she was unique,
a wall of shimmering stained glass.
she was simple;
an angel born without wings.
yet she was special,
an enchanting song her lost soul sings.
she was simple;
a star forgotten among the galaxies.
yet she was beautiful,
a heavenly body without the chains of mortality.
she was simple;
and didn't make a sound as she faded away.
yet she was impactful,
and her vanished presence turned the world darker grey.
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