Forlorn figure,
Sat on the cold, bare floor.
Tears choking back,
Fights to stay strong.
Wistfully recounting the glory gone by.
Pain overwhelming,
Raw to the touch.
Dull ache in her limbs,
And black in her heart.
Strength drained from trying so hard.
Such a beautiful dance,
Entrances her soul.
This rhymical pulse,
Of connections now lost.
Where once there was a moment of him.
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