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The walls of her room

Were all she had ever seen

The smell of plaster

Was the fragrance she carried

Time had no essence

In her world of lost memories

Every effort to step forward

Ended at the wall

The air above her

And the air underneath

Quite staunch and her own

Till the time she breaths

Age is of no consequence

In this arena of darkness

Little did she know

She let loose her harness

Her appearance is the same

When she entered this room

long ago

Only betrayal she ever got,

was in those eyes

Full of hope.

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