Her pale face hidden.
Like a blushing rose.
Complimented color.
Light and darkness.
Surrounded by stars.
Nothing to howl at.
She's a mystery.
An epilogue.
to a greek tragedy.
An overture to more torment.
The end is again the beginning.
A feigning imitation of truth.
failed loquacity
A tongue tied apparition.
A pathetic attempt.
Apathetic whispers.
The "H" falls silent.
Hush little baby.
Don't say a word.
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