Veronica always wanted her fortune read
Convinced from childhood she would be better off
Dead
Everyone around her thought she was sick in the head
Nearly everyday she locked her doors and stayed in
Bed
Living off soda crackers, Diet Coke and pumpernickel bread
She had a peculiar fear
Of the public
Some called it
Dread
Worked for an insurance company crunching numbers
Kept to herself, lived her whole life in very close
Quarters
Sat on the sofa for hours listening to Johnny Thunders
Didn't have any friends, preferred the company of
Strangers
Had a distaste for religion but always made time for Vespers
She held a few truths dear
That were regarded as magic
When she felt melancholic
Red
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