Her


Her eyes were disguised with mysterious shades of despair
Her skin was thin and brittle like the strands of her hair
Her voice had choice with her words you knew she cared
Her legs hung from the ledge of the spiraling stairs
Her feet felt deep yet light as a feather in the air
Her hands would never mend the damage never there
Her face beautiful but displaced with a body of a bear
Her kiss would never miss the lips of another she shared
Wait, they will open the gateway of everything she's prepared
Fools will run with the rules, while others will stop and stare

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