Pretty once, still,

but fading

An empty gift,

one sorely missed

The void grows,

Consuming and terrifying,

Then, fiery words,

ignite and seduce

Tired eyes, glued,

to flickering screens

Glorious purpose,

fills and makes whole

A desired reprieve,

from the horror of emptiness

No truth can dislodge,

The lie at the center

The allegiance found,

so false and corrupt

Just what had happened,

to that pretty flower?

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