1955

on

There was always a shadow inside her head
A frame without canvas
A canvas without a frame
Lifeless colours
Distant shadows…

Trapped symmetry
Locked grace
Dreadful attraction
Bloom of death

She shot her heart
Right between bitterness and fairness
“No” was her answer
Limitless was her conundrum
Her world was torn in greatness
Eternal devotion
Unexplainable fascination
Daring shapes
Reckless motion

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