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Underlying

Her frosted lips press against her knees

A lifetime remained unspoken,

Only loud silence graced the breeze,

Whilst the girl remains heartbroken.

A slither of colour trickled down her face,

Where she bit her tongue at the past

Never again would the girl wear lace,

Or passed around the massed.

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