she ventured through the city, probing through its concrete for intentions to endure.
she found nothing but sorrow. she watched who seemed to be not live, mortal souls but puppets, created by mechanics, snared in their very own bodies by eras of agony.
her soles burned in pain.
but so did her heart, for she hoped to be above them all. l i b e r a t e d from the world and all its misery.
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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
