With every sweep she made in the dust,
It will reappear as it was never cleaned,
With every sweep,
She'll lose her hope,
Of ever getting out of this dome.
She began to cry as the water was not enough to clean the floor,
With every tear she shead,
A piece of hope died with it.
She thought to herself
"Maybe that's why bad people can't be good,
Maybe they have an un-cleanable soul"
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Historia CortaOnce upon a time... Where beauty is loved the most, So why Love is hated so much? (An adaptation of the fairy tale "Fairer-than-a-Fairy" by- Charlotte-Rose de Caumont de La Force Written in 1698 in French titled "Plus-Belle-que-fée" and included...
