Angelica St. Darke
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Her ruby red lips now mottled with blue. The face that once mocked falls silent and still.
Her long shiny locks all matted and dank, near perfect skin drained of life shaded grey.
The depths of her eyes bore deep in to her soul, window left open yet no flicker of light.
Cold remnants of heart presenting no fresh clarity.
Her shameful disgrace so crude and obscene, exiled from kin no chance for return.