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An essence.
Peace.

Where is her heart?
Lying in wait?
Lying in stone?

That pulsing rhythm,
Sinking,
Sinking.

Too tired to fight the fury.
Wary;
Unbending in
Apathy.

Pressing, pressing.
A pain so course.

Grit in her veins,
Bleeding,
Bleeding.

The wounds,
The sores
Too raw to hide.

Grotesque;
There is no beauty
to her beholders.

Fire, fire.
Burning stone.
No passion:
Just cold and bone.

Rigid, raw,
Unkempt,
Disgraceful.

An ugly
Whore.
Naked, torn.

Withered, beaten.
Arched in pain.

There is no peace.
The is no fame.

She’s lost.
She’s maimed.

Her heart remains.

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