In her past, a head full of snakes for hair
Were her only friends, but she wouldn't mind; for too
Long anyway.. one look from her coldest, nastiest stare
Would surely be too much to see -- for you would
Turn to stone.
Now in the present, she dances with the innocent angels,
Who are much too 'ugly' for her liking; but soon she would realize
That the only thing that was more hideous than her irrational judgment
...Was the 'beauty' that had rusted and collapsed within.
Her purity had turned to stone.
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thoughtful and interesting.
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Thank you!!
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