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And here she goes,
picking the shattered pieces
that her nightmare kisses.
She's afraid to sleep.
She's afraid to remember the memories she keeps.
She's afraid to drown too deep.
But here she goes,
still staring at the luminous screen,
waiting for his name to appear,
and when it did,
honey dear, another nightmare.
Here she lies,
wounded by the sharp pieces
that her nightmare kisses,
she's blinded by the light,
mirror reflect; pieces shatter,
she stares at how he's lackluster.
People will always side with the angel---
so as he---and she almost forgot,
she's the queen of the devil,
just a little juvenile.
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