Sanction
she dances alone in a twilighted gown embellished in wasted dreams...
hers eyes alone have seen such malice as to crash down the mascaraed...
the walls have fallen ,leaving her to tear at the seems...
the rubble acts as souvenirs to remind her of the dark parade ...
"no ,i dont want to die..."in to the black she screams...
but death creeps in, unignored, right into her good grace...
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