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Ophelia's final swim among the lilies
A man when he lies to his lover
A China doll's cracked face in a child's hands
A dictator's whim to dole out cruelty
The tyrant's cunning two-faced spies
Wilted flowers in a shattered vase
A girl's proper prim that hides true desire
The good heart's demise leaving the soul to bleed
Houses with a wobbly base that will soon collapse
A reluctant look in the mirror,
Haunted eyes swollen and black,
The blood-chilling horror of a ghost,
No one's looking back.
This is true death, life's bleak and pointed waste.
The tragedy that was, is, and has always been-- me.
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About the Creator
Minna G
An eclectic witchy woman here to hone her craft as a desperate attempt to create some sense out of the maddening chaos that is her own mind.
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