There once was a Girl who lived at The Bottom,

beneath The Surreal, near the Foggy Forgotten,

a careening chasm of a Careless Core. 

She was quick with thoughts, but slow with actions

Too distracted by Dreams and Infertile Distractions,

those half-pigmented fragments of Self-Control.

She surrounded herself with Good Intentions,

But made no Marks, no Crude Indentions,

so, deeper she veered into her Visceral Lore.

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Quite unfinished, but that opening line has been eating at me for literally months. Threw the rest together in the past few minutes, so some focus should hopefully tie the piece together before too long… 

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