April 7 2022
Prompt: Infallible
Her treasure
Looking out in gathering dusk,
Battle for sanity and desire fumed
Blind lines were etched on her soul
But found odd comfort in tears of gloom
She bleeds imperfection with every drip
Of tear her fragmented soul weep
She was not Infallible and nor perfect
But her flaws were hers, only hers to keep
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