Always on the outside,
Bright eyes glance through bars,
Caressing imaginations coat,
Reaching for the distance,
As the glint of hope slowly fades,
Reaching for someone to hold,
Heart impaled on the cold stone,
As the world spins life carries on,
Forgotten hands clenched cold bars,
Shadows linger behind her,
As her blood spills to the ground,
But she'll keep it to herself.









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