Through her docile staring eyes
Her lips are sit inside her stare
her brows, downward lie.
Yet in her face she holds her mind
and her hope; erupted true!
Proud lips cannot hold back her bind
of canvas, her eternal view.
Her sight- they hold her future bright
her expression sits next to me,
We walk the walls of that round night
still searching, for what we see.
But as we search, she is not the same
For her painter gave her, not a name.
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