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**To help everyone better understand, this poem is about someone (obviously make-believe) who was buried alive in a statue to be a monument, instead of in a grave. She is somehow kept alive on her own will power or something like that, use your imagination ;)**
No longer will she stand,
Frozen to a missing heartbeat,
Copper, gold, steel cannot stamp her life within
This death, she will not greet.
For years she stretched time,
Living a dead life's betrayal,
Grasping no mien beyond her statued corpse,
She didn't come to fail.
Her last wish on a star,
And the first wish of this bleak fall,
Was just a rest in precious peace, only...
She gave no grave at all.
The way her hair had stanced,
When she thought she'd claimed a coffin,
Had covered truse eyes, now hidden by cement,
Death, she sought too often.
NOTE:in the process of making a last stanza, but if anyone has any thoughts, please share.^-^
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