Written ~ The Ersatz One
The product of his warped imaginings
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— her existence
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Life.
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No.
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In such a word she could never be found.
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The throbbing pulse of blood,
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the rush of breath,
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the shards of a broken heart.
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These had never touched her transparent being.
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Though she was intimately connected with the pain of every dark spirit.
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Revenge clawed at the crystal thorn that was her soul,
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But she rejected his forceful persuasions.
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Fighting against the prince of hate - his silky promises forever echoing through her hollow bones.
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© 2011 Julia Glenn
