Reality shakes
the mortal bones

all awake
the forbidden stones

the girl,
screams "HYPOCRISY!"

Whilst all we
see is porcelain sleeves

Still, she waits
with stormy gaits

And wanders off
to seek the fate

Of a love
she lost, long ago

To the faded
porcelain shadows

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