was related to his pain.
Passion turned into a loss,
where once upon a time, the gain was real.
Time and space and distance came between.
Everyday emotions had turned mean.
Money bought the finer things, they said.
As power tripped into a mist of ever grieving need.
She didn't have the past required of queens.
She ranted and she raved at fate.
And watched him walking out the gate again.
She was related to his pain, and nothing more...
? Michaelette ?
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