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She spilled
A trail of tears
Along the footprints of
Her years.
At first she was the
Princess.
The apple of her parents’
Eyes.
Half-grown, she had become
The Black Beauty
Sitting on the class’s
Throne.
When she first met him,
He was her wizard.
Jacob
Of the dazzling blue eyes.
They all followed him
Like cattle.
She swooned
Into his charm.
Into what she believed to be
His tender and true
Heart.
But her prince charming
Turned into
The Czar
Who wielded
A sharp tongue like a
Purple sword.
Who called her
Drab.
Unlovable.
A lazy housewife.
With her
No longer his
Purple queen,
He left in search of
Better.
Found his golden acre.
And she,
In tears of ice
Wept storms,
As blue fire
Drew Aurora Borealis
Across her broken heart.
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