She got older art older
bigger art bigger
windows in the door
frosted over flowery
My face always a peasant
never princess admiring queen
pronouncing the small command
my ego crafted from felt
spidery webs wool woven
I gather it with a scythe
an easy motion side to side
took years to learn sparing
not the thing anymore beyond
what they said didn't happen
thankfully I went tellingly
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