she's there, alone
tears drained; bruises were clear of her hands, her body
her heart
she was trying to cry again, but they took away
her chance
they took away what she loves, what she dreams of
what makes her smile
she decided to just stone up
she did
and a statue an eon
she was;
was she, in pain in such state a
wishing that someday before judgement arrives
will a peck land on her forehead
for a long time neglect enraged
a peck
full of red
yellow
and she will be freed from the stone of eternal meaninglessness
a shoulder will be there
and a ray of hope
a very very bright, ray of hope,
intense she will feel;
tears and mucous and whatnots
sorrow
happiness
empathy
hopefulness
will explode, dissolve, embed;
she will die, leaving him there,
alone
he will stone, or not
but the tear will flow, for it keeps
the law in place
and forever there is peace, the peace that is pure
so pure the light loves it,
neverending ray of hope.
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