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Her life story was normal hunky-dory,
the girl cautiously ascended the steps.
Fur lined shoes silky-white gown worn,
eyes cold, she was alone and flowing
were tiny beads of sweat.
Each step she deftly put
scared and shaking foot.
The stairs standing without stilts or base
seemed outlandish but sturdily stood.
Her husband died; it was an accident,
the crash wasn't his fault.
on seeing blood soaked sheet, body underneath,
she felt a shivering jolt.
The girl steadfast had incredible resolve
she didn't cry, shout or rant.
He is my love, i forbid god's decision, thinking she;
cross-legged started prayers and rhythmic chants.
Impressed god on a chair he lolled,
called her spirit up top
Will do as you please, keep him safe and strong
He'll be back as he had done no wrong.
You are an idol of the women on earth
who know how to love, ergo
they will kick,smack and fight the world
preserve their loved one and never let them go.

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