there is but a single beating heart currently present in this room
she stands aside and upright, bidding adieu to her last june.
her breathing has become shortened and rhythmically in time
her hair fixed over neatly, lips glossed with a red sparkled shine.
while looking out the window with her last gin and lime in hand,
she mutters the last hail mary her beautifully broken self can withstand
she had prepared for loneliness, her entire life built solely out of pain
now death watches gleefully, before her very last breath he does claim.
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