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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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