Nefertiti's soliloquy

Gazing through the bathroom window,
her past the only view,
the old lady on her throne,
reflects, her moments are few.

Glazing opaques the fallen snow,
her heart turns cold, she shivers,
the spinster destined to be alone,
genuflects, her body withers.

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