dust on her heart

cob-webbed her soul

weak eyes a toll of the hearts she stole

is she happy

counting the scalps?

yet mostly she scaled molehills, not Alps

easy meat, she

saw me coming

smile so sweet that chic chatter numbing

beauty's cool but

not forever

her sheen soon broke free of its tether

snug in wrinkles

a crown of wigs

her neck's...

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