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- I know a girl,
- crazy, I know,
- whose heart and soul,
- are somewhat of a mystery.
- Her loss is irrevocable,
- blank expressions,
- cracks in her façade.
- Her hair, black as night,
- formed by the wind,
- like a crashing wave at midnight.
- Originating from the same storm cloud,
- remnants clearly seen - marked - elsewhere on her body.
- Her story, told through her scars.
- Their effaced remains,
- stand stoic, contrast to her skin;
- stories written over time.
- Silence, is all you'll hear,
- written through the wind;
- as it passes by, tears may fall,
- their presence overbearing.
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