Buried in deep silence, in the darkest corner of her mind,
where the inner light illuminates the soul,
and the worldly light has no influence,
where all her fears died young, starved and beaten,
where she is all alone,

resides the ashes of what once was love,

carefully guarded and preserved,
as though it is something precious,
as though the dead can live,
she held on to it like one would to her life,

and as the world keeps wooing her with love,
she keeps turning away with a smile…

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