This girl
she marches
to the beat of betrayal
in the dark
she waits
eyes open,
but theyre only empty holes
forgotten
what she used to see
to feel
she marches forth
this dark doll
and she cries
black tears
of waiting
she breathes in
the smoke
into her plastic lungs
and blows out
hope
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