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Feb 2010
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.
Written by
tessa bear
976
   Taylor B and Sorrow
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