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Pink droopy beauties feeling unfresh and delicate
Her eyes felt struck, almost in pain when their eyes first met
She, a flower ending its season, its brightness dulled
A woman ending her treason
A heart full
Feelings flood in and seasons run out
Summers end
Hearts Mend
She feels pain in her insides where it rolls around and gets stuck
She attributes her fiobles and follies to luck
She wishes on stars
She covers her scars
She lends herself to him freely, becoming the one who is jailed
She takes it as poison when it has failed
The weight on her shoulders for each heart broken
The loss of the love or the lie or the token
The ending too heavy a burden to bear
Ingesting her share
Leaving behind the pain of the past
Reaching with passion, wanting of something to last
His eyes are soothing to the heat of her soul
His hands are smoothing to her heart black as coal
Her eyes shone like diamonds, once rough and wild
Tempered to a gleam
Projecting their beam
Her lips curl into a smile
She seeks refuge in denial
She pushed denial until it molded into truth
Accepting the judgement of her own youth
Creating the space needed for stretching
Denying the retching
Beyond the comfort of the zone of her knowing
Into the horizon of the raw gnawing showing
Of Self to the self and authenticity to the show
To know. To be. To grow
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