She watched the night dance within the flame. Her whisper touched the empty parts of the universe, bringing forth heart within a cold empty void.
Watching as the children kill each other on the fields, drums playing the same songs of men.
People walk with eyes on the ground avoiding the flames that walks on this day. Beauty masked in passions, ground shakes from her touch. Tongue holding a choice of pleasure or pain.
A single tear touches her cheek, a time not ready for the light. A window fades on another day in a life controlled.
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