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Familiar Lady
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2013 At 7 she rose to the familiar scents
Holding beneath her bosom these old songs;
The rose paragons of deliberate hatred
And musky coquette jewels
At 8 she arrived at the corner
Her old familiar grey corner
Beneath her brow she longed for something more
Something of mellifluous honey; words
At 9 she almost rose to the bookstore
But with a slit on each wrist,
She couldn't quite hum the old familiar tune
