Pretty Nothing

She is beautiful,
Perfect, even.
Her eyes, a little sad,
But all-encompassing.

The way her head turns,
The breath that fills her,
And leaves her,
More beautiful than before.

She sits,
Indescribably.
She waits
For the rest of her life.

She is vacant.
Empty and uninhabitable.
Pretty nothing.
Pretty little nothing.

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