Her ears were echoing,
A tuneless flutter.
Her eyes were struggling,
With a shroud of dust.
Her feet were stumbling,
On some faded buds.
She tiptoed back,
To her room of words.
A tuneless flutter.
Her eyes were struggling,
With a shroud of dust.
Her feet were stumbling,
On some faded buds.
She tiptoed back,
To her room of words.
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