Poem 3 | picture perfect

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A painting hangs on the wall and this is what it sees...

A little girl was born,
her smile stunned people like a thorn.

Her eyes they gleamed,
and never feared what they would have seen.

A little girl grew up,
she was always wanted to stay up.

Her eyes they would peak,
but they news had not yet leaked.

A little girl got older,
her life got a bit bolder.

Her eyes would just stare,
her eyes just didn't care.

A little girl was crying,
she was tired of lying.

Her eyes were just dead,
she didn't go to bed.

A little girl died.
The picture saw the lies.

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