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One.
She swore she was bethrothed
to the flickery tiny stars
in the sky; had named all
of them as far as she could
see through her old telescope.
She would mouth erotic poetry
to the stars, instead of me;
and softly, softly
fell to the ground.
Two.
The looking-glass lied to
her; it showed strange bones
and eyes wilder than
she remembered, it was a liar
and that, was that.
Three.
The Irish Setter adored
her, and growled at everyone else,
he tagged at her bare ankles,
like a ghostly guardian, sneering,
snarling, at the vile people
in her twisted world.
She swore she was bethrothed
to the flickery tiny stars
in the sky; had named all
of them as far as she could
see through her old telescope.
She would mouth erotic poetry
to the stars, instead of me;
and softly, softly
fell to the ground.
Two.
The looking-glass lied to
her; it showed strange bones
and eyes wilder than
she remembered, it was a liar
and that, was that.
Three.
The Irish Setter adored
her, and growled at everyone else,
he tagged at her bare ankles,
like a ghostly guardian, sneering,
snarling, at the vile people
in her twisted world.
Something semi-new,
thanks for reading.
thanks for reading.
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