Her tale sad as can be,
Her journey farther than the eyes can see,
how barren can she be?
lost her purse, children and husband at sea.
In search of hope she met He,
Her tales of struggle and pain, She fed He,
Alas! He had the key,
to unlock her world of dreams.
Yet her curse remained still,
an illuminated world, in its shadow she was born to be,
for lo he was a lust machine, come night, come day he used Ri,
left her with only her body,
her dreams died slowly, Titanic at sea.
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