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Vermilion crinkles clinked off

Its lagom abode,

Perturbed with teardrops too heavy

For its ever growing grieving apertures.

Hovering onto burgundy burbling 

Musings of lamenting 

Bits of parchment drenched with 

An eccedentesiast's utopian dreameries.

Ethereal hues in autumn twilight,

 Brimming in the lucedence 

Of her rippled melancholia,

Glistened their way into her blighting heart.

Piercings stitched with strings of serendipity,

Scribbles of a luftmensch 

In the presence of psithurism awakening 

Euphoria were her life's tacenda.