The misery was like a sickness,
It spread.
It infected everyone,
And everything.
It even infected the girl,
The girl who danced though her garden,
The girl with a heart of love,
The girl who lived for life.
The girl with the magical name,
The girl with the cursed name.
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The Girl In The Glass Box
Poetry'And he would leave her, There, crying on the bed with Nothing but her name'
