And so, she fades
Slowly, right before you eyes
Melting into the wallpaper
Becoming one with the parchment
No one notices her anymore
She was the last to see herself
Before she wilted
Soon she will be completly paper
Curling at the edges
and yellowing with age
Then someone will tear her down
Or paint over her
And she will be no more
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