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Requiem For a Dream

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Under house arrest,
Beauty 5ft 3,
Erik Satie can compare,
Bare shoulders, lips of gold,
Stage of light,
A formidable sight,
Gather, they do, they know, rima among birds and deer, freshness of youth; yet tainted unwell,
She slips inside, ill and fell,
blood running down her cheeks.
Why did she have to love blue eyes?
Venus love of mine.

— J 2019,
Scores' cabaret and strip club