| Heavy make-up masks her face
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| Her appearance doesn’t tell anything
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| No expression in her voice
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| When spoken to she seems absent
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| The innermost hidden from the outside
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| Locked and sealed
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| In place of her eyes, deep hollows
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| Locked and sealed
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| She acts like an industrial machine
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| Without emotion, a means to an end
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| Never answering to the gazes she gets
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| Muted, callous, introverted, blank, devoid
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| Never was anyone able to connect with her
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| Withdrawn, wayward, weird, peculiar, out of reach
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| Underneath the shroud of bricks and stones
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| A river starts to form
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| Made of all her broken dreams, her numbed desires
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| Her exhausted spirit finds a way when she’s all alone
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| All alone
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| The innermost hidden from the outside
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| Locked and sealed
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| In place of her eyes, deep hollows
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| Locked and sealed
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| Underneath the shroud of bricks and stones
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| A river opened a way
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| Made of all her broken dreams, her numbed desires
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| Her exhausted spirit found a way
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| Through the tears of the eyeless |