She was a lost lamb forgotten from the flock of false lifes and scoundrels alike, were she once was solid and sturdy.
It was that day her light wool turned black and , within the cover of night, she set out on her journey at the speed of which her feet could carry her.
From the loney street to the upper class elite, she dined with the finest queens and laughed amongst the kings alike
She was the "Monroe" of her time
The most adored and , at the same time, the most lonely woman there was to be
It was until she met me ..
From her past, she was set free
And on that day, she told me she loved me.
My past fell from my shoulders
And I cried
as I opened my arms to hold her
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