She
Smooth white face,
once decayed,
she creeps in to all
hours of the day.
Her wide nose,
a ladder,
to a window
on the perch
of a reconstructed soul.
She knows.
Her eyes
are sparkling and stark.
In pictures it is clear
when
she was with you,
even if you weren't
there.
Dark, forced smiles,
have started to disappear --
this is the
clearest she's
been in years.
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