Once upon that fucking time
an indexed princess
was travelling alone
until "It" imploded.
"It" was raining,
she ignored it.
"It" imploded. Again.
Fashion victimized particles
without fashion sense.
She kept travelling,
away from her
because iron skies
were hailing bullets.
She watched herself
become swiss cheese.
"It" ate her.
THE END.
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