(this one is also raw, fresh off the bedsheet press this morning)
Nothing, not even diamonds,
will make her mouth water.
(It was all a dream:
The smell of cookouts and summer on Long Island, New York;
Daddy bringing his little princess on a chauffeured ride for a day of
business in "The City"; everyone was still so small
and seemingly innocent.)
It was so sad to see it all crumble.
The calendar days took their toll on her poor heart.
It was always pumped full of unnecessary things like love and hate.
She was born parched and she will die thirsty.
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