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The bare nakedness of the attire, she adorns;

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She’s bred into reality, by her necklace of thorns.

In her eyes, madness! Each fleeting moment,

A brand new tale, as a trial for her hearing;

Her futile attempts fail to cradle to silence

The baby evolving, in her eternal bearing.

Thus a kingdom of a breed, with the Queen in exile;

A tear trickles down, a concurrent widening smile!

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