Mixed doors
Salt blood
Trails face down
Those who see her
Mostly see marble
Clouded sight
Her skin, cold
But the soul inside her
Was the imposter
Corrupted by wonder
Butterfly, imprints of green
She walks away with out her wings
Grabs remaining star
Lets it fall into her core
Replacing the light bulb
It shines brighter than
Night’s shadow


 
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