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By Devi C

Walking on burning coal

every step maimed a part of her soul

it was the devils dance,

caught in a lethal trance


every step marked the path

of impending doom and in failures wrath

she held the knife to her own heart

as she made her choice, as she fell apart

for power and riches, she burned all the bridges

a world undone, for what's to come

is a life of undeniable wealth and glory

but what does that mean, if your heart is lonely?

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