We look upon to find her unappealing
This daughter
This lover
This nobody
Life laid it's crust
In the corner of her eye
And spun a web
To catch her ambition
Walking hollow
Helpless
Brief pity opens up
Then tied back in knots
It is not your fault
That she took it all
So literal
To end so frail
We musn't feel remorse
Look away
Not at fault
Not a care
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