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This burning essence

Erodes her mind

Sends her rancid into utopia

And stringed up as a marionette

In her far from ordinary life.  



Go with her.

You will be spun around into oblivion

Seeking the shadows that play hide-and-go-seek.



She smells the pretty roses

That stings her with its spike

And cause a tear of blood to drip.



She points her finger at you

Like a wand.

She is foolish.

She is unordinary.

You joined her into her utopia.

Want out?



She awakes from her rest

Rediscovering a smile

Which was forgotten in an inferno.

She is no longer a marionette

Although a beautiful doll.

No one can crush her

Only can save her.

That  burning essence…