She slowly shuts her shadowed sockets,
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and hopes for the future,
dream blissfully for the past.
The same past to sweep her off her feet.
Fairy Tales and forgotten memories.
Echoing through the time,
of all this teenage indiscretion.
Sounds pierce through her left and right,
and no pain echos out;
finds no connection,
nothing to bind her to it.
Perhaps a phrase,
a word, or just a meaning.