Thursday, 7 April 2011


She was fine
Just a little worn out from time
What existed of her
was not what custom as want worthy defined
But she was fine
existing as she did - less or more -
in her cavity she let herself remain confined
For the lack of lushness
and perfection preached as divine
she tried not to pine for it,
And in a hope more Perpetual
she tried to for herself a peace
in not having all that 
still some how resolve to find.

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