Newspaper Girl Folding papers in her heart, The greying pictures they depart, Leaving old and faded words, Like fallen feathers of the birds, A mind once filled with dreams, Now empty and broken and torn at the seams, Ripped apart the stories in print, The signs were there but not a hint, Her eyes replaced by the glow of a pearl, The out of date story, The newspaper girl.
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