She was born in between the indecisions of love
Where two worlds whirled and froze the moment with the colour of lust
She bares unfolded stories of her blood
Alone with mist gliding in her mind
Haze of social misconceptions clouded her judgement and time fevered her choices
Voiced images ventured her options with the mirror keeping her tears
She reached within her own sphere with fears of contempt ripping her soul with sins of broken deeds from birther's rights and guider's lost sites
She tells a story of her mother swollen by the creature burdened with personal solitude
Then she became indenial of her creation as she was swept by the untold stories of her past that in her a belief of love became a circumstance of hate
Her presence retained loneliness and fed on her happiness till she bared nothing but emptiness
Her content thoughts evolved from pretence to sub sequent deformation of herself and herself was now nothing but an amusing reflection bonding with flaking memories of her past
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