The Atoll

Angela (cont.)
I am her likeness from her carefree youth
A living breathing statue replica
Of his misread deceased beloved wife
Presented nicely lit and airbrushed smooth
The surgeons scalpel sculptings subtly struck
And factored her look signature enhanced
And further honoring her memory
Knowing she would only want his sense of grief
To last one year and one day he has shaped
Another beauty his near future bride
That sweet bio robot is so much of me
Except the freckles round her fine nose bridge
Her luscious nape length red and curly hair
Her old predilection swimsuits one piece
Felix
The wizard has left his great grief with you
His factory line visionary looks