in five years,
she needed a P.O. box
to get her
mail.
she was the perpetual gypsy.
dumped
or bumped from house
to house
with her next bewildered
benefactor.
it was never love,
but was more necessity.
someone had to pay the bills,
and work, work
just seemed too difficult,
too much a hardship,
for a princess of her ilk.
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