There is a woman I found
Her name is Lorraine
Ever passing the beat of men's hearts
Her red dress sparks in them insanity
Her long hair births fury in men's souls
For they cannot have her
Once she passes men will do anything to find her again
But none can
Her perfect, unharmed face stays ever changing
It's own daily cycles
Yet for some reason she never dies
She is always there
But always dissipating
Like a wisp in the wind
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what a lovely write! I liked this very much


