Only whispers from the corner
walking towards the parure
of rubies and diamonds
the whispers become louder

Images of violence and blood
bullet holes and white lace
within an unknown forest
the images become clearer

Someone mentioned royalty
what Russia once was
until the Bolshevik uprising
someone stares at me oddly

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