Atrium's veneer was of coagulum
Of epithets and vague reflexions
That halted the roue from circulation
Vengeance was her ultimatum
And thus her demise was the greatest conundrum
For thine eyes have never seen her evaporation
Even before, during her creation
A ratocinator, to have was her desideratum
Covered with stains of preoccupied continuum
Of dread preterits without explanations
She was a hoarded wealth kept to her own manifestation
No one but she was her only molybdenum.
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