Dead as doornail,
my spirits are
Hunger for life,
nonexistent by far
Threatening to
stagnate, my days,
Unless mend, I did, my ways.
Blemished, as a consequence of past
Lopsided life was getting too fast
A commemorative to be erected
“Her life sapped, now corrected”
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