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Girls In Care

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 a bouquet of dried out figs


how to bear it

when curves depart

and sweet fruit flees from a stale old tart?


I never shone

in shape or looks

no magnet for romeos and cocky pucks


mirrors sink that

heart like a stone

at the whim of years that crow's feet hone


yet Janes like me

had nought to lose

her grief's the price-tag of entropy's ruse


she bedded me

took my cherry

who'll be first to wheel out and bury?

(coronaverse 369)



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