She veered off the rail of elegance like a cookie cartwheeled by sinister flat tubes of wantonness
She went on and on
Until,
Like a pack of virulently shuffled card in the numb numbness of the motherless night,
Her gait crumbled.....
She was the queen of my heart but the King of all my sorrows....
Tom🤕🏄🏽
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