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for my little Rere

She was born like arsenic.

Royalty,
really,
sulphur crowned her grace
and she adorned a moons smile.

Precious little ladybug.

An aching beauty
much too luminescent
and pure
for an ugly,
wretched world.









Shhhhh .....





















the ghosts
were waiting.

The ghosts
are weeping.


























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