BRAT

clothed in every shade of color
and adorned in only the wrappers befitting to a bride
every style, every texture, every hue
to wring out the perfection in you...

...but our hands now, are tied;
you are best left naked;
untouched;
and in jail, untried;
as a stillborn,
your birth never saw the light of day.
dead;
on that tearful sunny day
three years ago.

phabrique.

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