These unforgiving sands of time,
engrave scars across her face.
Fate becomes her enemy,
protecting desires she cannot chase.
Echoes of yesterday,
the girl tries to expel,
illustrate the certainty,
there's no fortune in wishing wells.
Nothing more than endless holes,
filled with dreams, she cannot sell.
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