​In a little house within a little town,
born was a girl with porcelain skin and eyes that were brown.

She was named Autumn for it was when she was born,
the time when trees lost their souls and leaves would fall.

An ordinary family where the father ploughed fields,
mother prayed in church to be forgiven for their deeds.

One ordinary morning when Autumn was sixteen,
her parents married her off to a butcher who was much older and mean.

She got married in the church where her mother used to pray,
porcelain was her dress and brown was the day.

Her husband would beat her up in their house away from all towns,
where no bird would fly and no one could hear her sound.

She gave birth to 5 boys, 2 of them died,
The rest three left the house once married with their brides.

The butcher being old and mean didn't last very much,
he died drinking liquor and was buried in the church.

The once porcelain skinned Autumn now was dull and gray,
as each leaf of the tree fell she counted her days.

Having lived in seclusion in a house away from everyone's sight,
she had no relatives or friends to turn to in her ordinary life.

And one such morning as the last leaf dropped,
Autumn died alone in her dusty old house that was locked.

For weeks she layed there dead with no one around,
for she lived in a house away from all towns.

Oh what a sad gradual tragedy she was,
slowly shredded the leaves of her uncared life and was gone.

The church she was married in wearing her porcelain dress,
the same room was where her funeral was held.

The seats were empty for she was an ordinary person and no one came,
the porcelain skinned Autumn was buried forever along with her name.


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