I slide into black
Into the sleek lines
Of a vintage cocoon
The necrotizing shadows
Cradled between
Ribs and brows
Empty my persona
Of hopeful embellishments
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Once I was ambrosial
I wore my youth
In tokens of spring
My words were flowers
My eyes primed
With rain and sun
My heart an eager fruit
Given in savage parodies
Of love
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Once I yearned only
For another day
To celebrate my life
Now I yearn
For poultices and potions
To heal those wounds
Heedlessly obtained
Now I hide
For I fear above all
Change
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A crone of the Gray Waste
I propagate riddles
Tongue rasping like
Itinerant autumn leaves
I am none the wiser
But my words
Are harder to deflect
For they mean more now
Then they ever did
In courtship
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