RRRA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierRRR
To remember, to be remembered, remembrance; all acid in the wash of a coroners table.
Long strands of synthetic burgundy colored hair clog the drain, mixing with a merlot of blood and clot.
Must have been quite a fight; quite a loss.
To end up here.
And the recognition.
She didn’t get what she wanted out of life.
But she wanted what she got. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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Added on August 19, 2010 Last Updated on August 19, 2010 |

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