She used to sleep at 10 PM, now AM.
She used to be a story teller.
But when the ashes and flames were all over the place,
And things that speaks for her were pull to pieces.
Slowly she violates her own rhythm.
Still holding a cute pen amidst the flying burnt pages.
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