She layed her body,
pulled her skirt so low,
she was covered by the beauty they complimented,
Her anatomy less of how it was,
with no pearls, no earrings,
no make-up, just that simple gloss
she splashed on her sweet lips,
young, considerate, without blemish, without spot, in her natural appearance,
with all her innocence and a lachrymose soul, in a drifting heart
needing to be comforted, held close
for it shivers, freezing cold, stretched and out of balance, left at Atlantic ocean
making its way through iced waters
Sole to go down in a tunnel
in a silky designer black dress,...
furry coat, without light, she saw her path,
into the cage she held her shoulders wide,
fearless,...
to the man she went and behind her he shut the door,
so they wouldn't recognize her mug,
in a form wouldn't remember her appearance, in a dream wouldn't see her
the whole time, the whole hours,
she had a good smile
zilch like it she was beautiful
with a pure heart it sinked
it only took footsteps,
much more a vacant mind,.
Down the road,
like been in Venice,
in a boat there she went
never looking back as though she would turn into a pillar of salt,
the man had good features
she was only smiling
when the river took her afar.....
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