Laden with ashes,
dust smeared visage,
vision blurred,
life in disguise
the faded footprints
leading to some hazy oblivion
every visible curio a myth
hope dwindling with time
the curtains were drawn on her
but her surrealism remained class apart
for it was her resurrection

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