Poem: Her Brilliant Colours?

Her brilliant colours?
Faded and dull.
Her unending charm?
Long gone.

Her zest?
Oozed out.
Her soul?
Drenched.

Her defiance?
Punished and cured.
Her rebellion?
Tortured and contained.

Her dreams?
Conveniently denied
Her hopes?
Wilted.
Her questions?
Silenced.

What happened?
They clipped her wings.

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