Whimpering Femme
The narrative continues frothingly, etching mad
Media with plausible sovereignty. As the world
Marches defunct, a benumbed orphan cries
Unnoticed. She is the hope of the intended,
Fathered by intellect, nurtured by wisdom,
Abandoned by time, whimpering, alone. With
Tears of my own glimmering, impelling their own
Course, I saunter to her cry, bringing her to my being…
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