I want, jolly to know, I'm still, the irreplaceable Princess Sandrina. I'm cloned, & I've hidden, I'm not immortal.
From, the day I die, I still, continue my work, I did a great job, didn't I?
I all ready, told you, I was, only in, my bed. The pathologist, told jolly, I was, tough, & that I was, pregnant. I'm still, pregnant, & still in bed.
We are, cloned, I've hidden, that I, not partly deliver. When I'm bleeding, it's blood, from an abortion, mis-carriages, & dead-born-children.
The Queen-Princess,
Luciane Sandrina.
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