Passing through unseen
She succumbs to anonymity
Nary a ripple made
By her secret journey
Shrouded in salvaged gems
Invisible in her otherness
Vacant in her being
Who will dare to notice
When she turns away?
Who will claim her name
When she departs at last?
No-one, never, now
Or ever
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