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with the life spam of a rose, her petals withered and dried off, i brushed them myself off of her shoulders,
where the skin that strained there was worn by weight, days within weeks within months within years,
age is accounted for by wrinkles, I see two I see five upper and sagged not victim and deceiver,
hard wheezes and long coughs, don't dust they said, never dry the tears or blow dirt
I gathered her hair counted each grey strand, one of new birth, one of time and another unknown
I asked her where they came from
she told me devils give these as gifts, and acceptance is death.
09/12/16
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at sea (i am your serenity)
Poetryjust poems (ranging from all lengths, short and long) I have written that the world might benefit from hearing. x