Was like telling empty to fill up
On the budget of heartless love
Stained in the hallways of forgotten
She was the only remedy unlikely present
Hazed before sun flares and glares
Shadows cooled the air
Warmly chilling the atmosphere
She was the pink matter and Sierra Leone
Pressure diamonds plucked right from the earths core
Admittedly the contraction of limbs pain
The arthritis to the persevering
Ahead of the mining she chose
Palaces of seclusion
Every moment stayed past its invitation
Protection vacant in exposure
Prevailing before her solemn nature
No one heard the wolf croon
Every moon zombied her expectations
Risen into the dark and facetious ahead of promise
The night lit entrances
Crowded by partitioned doorways
Eyes shut to dream the revelation
No parables descriptive for her condition
Cold lukewarm soldier of passion
Love thrusting it’s lust with no justice
Pyramids formed their place in history
“Without “ became the condition
Over the counter held no position
Underwhelming it all became
She was elusive amongst the crowds of modernity
Blending without the appropriate tutorial
She was the gift
Unable to be acquainted with the right reader
She crept heavily to avoid the hyenas
Scrounging for prey she became the hunter
Tucked into her story along the high rise
To promiscuous personalities
Left on the road of battered feet
She was the overlooked to the oblivious
Rotten into their settlement
Easily pitying the peasants unknowing of truth
Hotel signs flickered
Temporary visitors headed to check out
Access cards revoked promptly
She landed in the clouds every time
For she wasn’t good enough for self
Tasting doubt every lick to her lips
Commanility drained her vibe from her hips
She sipped the cognac of the dating scene
Tipsy off the missing substance of quality.
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