Prologue Poem by Poetic Crisis
Prologue
Her words are written in dirty fingerprints saying, 'Dear life, Why are you so empty? '. She never hears a reply so she sits and she cries. As she sits she feels it slowly decay. A life once loved slowly slipping away. The resistance her cheeks are showing to the tears as they drive down can compare to the nails in the floor. So alone. So empty. So tearful. So fearful.
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