frailty

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By <center>opalescent.</center>

she says shes bent but not broken this girl, not yet shes so far along now her words, soft spoken the portrait on her wall it warps with the weather in the heat of the summer may her heart melt together she hears these empty words you say this girl, shell listen they dont mean anything not now, anyway her desperate mind it travels often in search of a home far above its coffin (im not in love with the last four lines, suggestions?)

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