She is dead
Until she feels a slight touch.
She screams, howls, and cries
At times like such.
Every night
She gets nightmare
And she
Screams out of despair.
Only her heart knows
What's damaged
Is beyond repair!
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She is dead
Until she feels a slight touch.
She screams, howls, and cries
At times like such.
Every night
She gets nightmare
And she
Screams out of despair.
Only her heart knows
What's damaged
Is beyond repair!