Lost and Found

Last drop falls to the floor
The essence of a sad life
Hanging rusted from the door
The beginning of another strife

Daring of you to enquire
Already bruised from prode and poke
But what does she inspire
A belted throat to choke

Found curious without a cause
Pressed against the dark
Another slave to your gag clause
A beautiful body found in the park

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