There is a pristine chapel that clouds her visage,
channelling the love of those forgotten.
There is a bust of a man that answers her chamber
reminding the souls of the dead & rotten.
There is a portrait of assemblage that hovers in the gallery,
calling her memory to mind.
There is nothing more than a body lying here,
for some clueless neighbors to find.
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