she smiles at herself in the mirror. her runny mascara, smudged lipstick don't bother her. she is simply a human. insignificant, t r a n s i e n t.
beautiful she was, her caretaker at the orphanage would say. marvelous as a butterfly, majestic as a star.
she is e p h e m e r a l.
for she would last but one other day.
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Ephemeral
Poetry❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017