She will go like thunder
Not into the night either
But into the light
Becoming brighter as her skin looses it’s luster
Her breath it’s gusto
The eyes it’s shine
On the walls will be cast
The reflections of her identity
Beams of her simplicity
You never really did take her word for it
What you saw is what you got
Gold
In silver wrappings
But you never dug… her
Assumption has always been the mother of failure
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