A carriage toppling taking a sharp corner, its door yearning open
Her uplifted skirts revealing thriftless silks
Uncouth how long one sinner perused
Unmoving, stilled by her milky inners, pallor of a self-abuser
Gilt medallions scintillating and thrilling were as
Words in tempestuous winds, widdershins she fell like a sinner into sin
Plunging as a lightbringer
Rapid as rebel angels fell, a thousand new comets
Pockmarking the firmament
Breached and shifting, all hints impermanence.
Alchemisland 
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