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Look at her, from long afar
Watch her picking broken souls
On which life drilled ruthless holes
With the jar of love stored in her,
A salve for the sinned, and sinner.

But if, my dear, you look close by,
You'll  discover how it is a lie.
She hides the ruins that love wreaked much,
Her tale of grief; Oh! is as such.
And yet she knew of the power love holds
For she gives, she loves and explores

Heals herself more than those souls
Slow with time as life unfolds...


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