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The figure was blurred

And the sight was blocked.

She tries -

to feel the colours.

But only frowns appeared

and the thorns pricked.

The ants attacked

the weakest link.

A bucket dropped

And out spilt broken tears,

A cry like Forte

that pulled the strings apart.

A lone wolf

howled to the moon,

But the moon stared back -

A blank one that gave no clue.