River.

She was and still is an ambiguity

Filled with semantics and dignity.

Worth her weight in gold to a sinner

But her rise would forever be lesser

Than the worst of the old lessons

Where the teaching of morality beckons

The angel lost to a blind world

Who dances when noone is looking.

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