Her mind was a pristine gallery,
A catalogue of shiny data,
An unforeseen storm blemished the sheen,
Coating the contents with cloudy dust.
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The fog settled on names and places,
Blurring the vision of her mind,
She meandered, lost in its alleys,
Searching for hope’s light in the dark.
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The hunt for misplaced things darkened her day,
Conversations puzzled, made her ashamed,
She raged, lamented, the knotty plight,
Cooping up, she withdrew into a shell.
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Building up an imaginary sphere,
She receded further from her circles,
Alone, forgotten, in her sunset years,
Trapped eternally in the vacuum.
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