A girl walked alone, full of content.
Enjoying the sound of her lonesome steps,
Pattering, pounding against the cement,
Her feet glide in rhythm , seamlessly kept.
She had eyes that followed her every dream,
But her ears still listened to all unseen.
Her world was perfect, with ruptured seams,
The chaotic peace, of which she was keen.
A twist there, a bend next, she trudged along
She never once glanced back to wonder
If the path that she had taken was wrong
Her days flew forward, released from maunder,
The demise of dead ends always embraced,
She lived her life, with nothing erased.

 
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