Victoria's Novel Yore
Left to beg but not beggarly Novel ideas of the match the pencil seller but the chimney sweeps upward and smoke filled the skies as poetry gave rise to the industrial mass appeal Lady fair stands as her outstretched glove changes colors as drops of acid rain flow through her hands Her rich husband killed from a triangle with pour business sense left her there walking the streets with memories of the matches insensitivity Written in her mind knowing she is now in a world where she is neither young nor fair in days before she needed not pencil match or tot Art for art's sake in her relative life no need of miracles life imitating art she walks the cold uncoated streets cold wet and dirty she hopes God is aware
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