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she'll be too tired

refracting our

smiles; smiles; smiles;

into light

which our

eyes; eyes; eyes;

use to see.

reckless and ignorant

hopeless and childish

innocent and helpless

she was,

before these years came to

swallow; swallow;

time bites at her legs

her arms

her ears.

pulling skin loose,

white freckled flesh

creased and folded

thin and old

hanging from weakening bones.

clothes long out of style

floral prints

and granny knits

what she does today

won't affect yesterday

or her disheartened life

for it has been

lived; lived; lived;

her finishing days

that will tie her together

are yet to come,

but soon,

petaled decease will come knocking her down

for it shall manifest beside her window,

and someday soon,she won't wake up.

--she'll be too tired, is what you'll tell your daughter.

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