She tip toes softly 

She tip toes softly 
into the black forest
so no one can hear
her cries
branches tear off
her painted on smile
ripping apart
her lies
whispering willows
coax her naked
mind she struggles
to hide
she tip toes softly
out of the black forest
hastily masking her
demise

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