Beneath dreams of feathered wings
Amid hopes of shiny grandeur
Behind a shell of porcelain
encasing her mind,
small droplets gather.
Built upon by words unspoken
unbroken in spirit, free to roam
engulfed in thoughts alive with breath
standing on triumphs
perceived in repose
Sliding past skin lined with laughter
ever faster downward path
seeping in cracks slowly widening
burned by steaming fears
smoldering with devotion
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