Sunken treasure teeth Father holding his daughter soft gently peeling her off what Mercy what malevolence mutters from the crowd as he quickly sweeps the money and hat away time to move on she feels the damn in her mind giving way caring cramping her style she wants to find on something and ride, Captain, ride into the dark corners she plans to deliver light poor thing such rare treats in a world gone pickled beets and pigs feet she holds her tooth aloft as a star and signals to its sisters- another gift- she proclaims and marches one step twa two step down the lane a torch bearing her name spiraling dna into flame

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