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No witness to her dance but turns the same
The scherzo skirt in flame
I spit at everyone that I can blame
And still don't feel ashamed
So lonely, she could see that she became
A portrait with no frame
It clocks in her sleep and won't depart
Lovely scars and stitches
So perfect, complete, but only part
Of the misdeed which is
What others have done to her halved heart
Her halved heart
Well hidden from the world and from her face
A corset keeps in place
The beating shattered clock that I embrace
Held firmly by the lace
She has no other flaws that can place
I marvel at her grace
It clocks in her sleep and won't depart
Lovely scars and stitches
So perfect, so complete, but only part
Of the misdeed which is
What others have done to her halved heart