A roe, a sawdust, an idle charm
She is a dying fire,
A hot ash who kissed off
Her self pity, her
Grueling groove, her
Rhetoric rhymes
A hart absorbed with action,
And adventure flicks,
Takes everything in even.
A darling deadwood
A pungent clicker,
A mustached chanteuse,
Who finds serendipity
In a most vignette area.
A scurvy with a whim,
Waiting for her ginger heyday.
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