Let go

Death is coming to her
Like the wind that blows
The leaves further and further
Away from the tree, exposing
Its structure and secrets

People who walk past
Able to see all the
Imperfections that had been
Hidden for so long

The mask had fallen
Off when she gave up
Staying strong

And the time had come
To let herself go

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