The Sixth

Somewhere in the back of the room is an
Omniscient youth, adorned in black, hiding her
Long burgundy brown locks in a gent's hat.
Each time she goes to that place, it is she that
Does the unthinkable: charting their escapades.
All the while, though, she pines for him, the One.
Despite her penchance for viewing, she longs for him to
Make her dreams of being loved come true, but
Oh, far away that is! Love, a foreign
Object, ne'er to be hers, as her money lust has consumed her,
Never to return her to the loving realm.

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