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she withers. i observe.
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hope deferred is this merely limerence?
obsession coiling about
tugging away so vainly
an occupation of thought
i long presently to think
upon any other pondering
written in red and shame
a brief, minuscule name
so small, breathing again
for relief concerning each
and every crumbling piece
shattered, depleted veins
wrapped in paper dolls like
cranes of origami on water
rippling on tides of warmth
hiding resplendent worth
where she withers quietly
as i observe...
