PRIME YOUTH

The years that defined prime youth drifted passed her like shadow shades contrasting the sun cast light!

Every hour glides over the other as an echo of itself
A mirror
A reflection
A ceal folded seven times over
Her life is wasting away,
She is quickly becoming nothing
A ghastly ghost hosted by a hose of a body whose form is rapidly deteriorating! She is becoming nothing!!

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