She was MY vagrant QUEEN...her spot under the bridge now so vacant...it creates a vacuum of collected, marketed then forsaken SOULS for Sale....a Yard Sale for the DAMNED.
Ghostly soft pearl...colour skin...blankets of SNOW...WHITE for succor....black for ROT...A Ritualistic BURIAL Plot...'Tis A Soliloquy for a SILENT SON.
He retires to tire....a lifetime of forlorn desire
A race run only AFTER it was Finished....
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