She was a press worthy Master piece
Who appear with my wish
Floating like a golden fish
Remaining immerged in tear
With my intense fear
Hiding behind grids
Below my eyelids
Casting her shadow
Not letting others to know
With her appearance so pretty
Kicking my anxiety
Tried to put her side
Opening my eyes wide
But still can't be pluck
As she got struck
Making me cry
With her bitter lie
In my eyes I consist
One who never exist.
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