She of Misery
Four blank walls,that's all she sees.
Four blank walls,
of misery.
Her yerning heart
she now knows
will fall apart
in crystal snows.
Her desperation
knows no bounds.
Her exasperstion
all ways found.
The one she loves
has her heart
carried off by black doves
as she falls apart.
Her love is gone
forever lost
her heart is none
for that was the cost.
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