Angeline, Sweet Angeline,

                   you walk, like waves, that touch your feet,

relentless, on the empty sands,

                   strewn with the shells of former lives,

once glorious,and rife with hope,

                   abandoned, like the bony shreds,

so bare, and glistening in the sun,

                   the hot, deserted shards of souls,

that tumble back to deepest seas,

                   so lost inside the shallow holes,

that only Love's Forsaken know,

                   anonymous, they turn to dust,

in This, Dear Angeline, you lust,

                   for men will fall, before they tell...

that Angeline...you are from HELL!

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