CHAPTER 12

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LXVII

On the next recording

she clicked,

Moved on

to the next agenda,

A young woman

whom she picked,

Was a young woman

named Emma.


LXVIII

Her skin glitters

as so her face.

She was beautiful

as a rose.

Always poised

and so full of grace.

But once, she fell,

like dominoes.


LXIX

All knew

how many tears she cried.

And they all knew

who's fault it was.

Everyone knew

she begged and tried.

She's just part

of his repertoires.


LXX

For she loved him

before Mary,

Yes,

John James left her broken down.

And the wound he left

was heavy.

She refused

to pass on the crown.


LXXI

And everyone

all felt the hate,

And that from the past,

she still clings.

All knew

she wasn't in good shape,

For the gyp taste of him

still stings.


LXXII

The Paragon

had faced Emma,

Her hurt and hate

whirled in the air,

Still had

her ruined mascara,

One wasted heart

sat on the chair.

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