Painter of Widows and Orphans
beautiful red-headed bucking star
brilliant whorls- green aurora-eyed
quick-minded, sprinting faster than light
thought I could tame it-bring it to its knees
but she's also a teaser, artist supreme
painter of widows and orphan dreams
she bucked me off like all the rest
into a black wall of red star regrets
here we lie broken, gazing at the sky
praying for another chance for a
wild bucking star ride
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