Her teeth were yellowed
Her hair was like straw
Her fingers were bitten and torn
Her jumper was dirty
Her features were blunt and
She was also far too short.
She worked in the kitchen
She made marvelous tarts
She looked out the window and sighed
She longed for the spotlight
She dreamt of the stage
One day in that kitchen, she died.
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