Then was different
Of different hue
And music.
Her eyes spoke
Of liquid love
Her leathery skin
A graveyard
Of skin-memories.
There are holes
Where were pools.
Her eyelashes
Flutter like
A bat’s wings
Embers of selfness
Still smolder.
Unreturned love
Yet another cover
For bruised ego.
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