Ashes melt down her skin
For forces unforeseen
Never did the vibrations awake
The small town head of hers
Innocence concealed in shadows
Pressure that built up under the blinds of sight
Created a painting flashing only a stationary object
Like a pendulum without a motion
At eruptions peak
Was when all collapsed
Light evaporated into thin air
Emotions burst onto an open screen
Washing the painting away like Northern lights
A transforming picture from straight to bent
Leaving her heart restlessly dormant
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