wrinkles are a map
of her hard life
and the simple dress
is too loose in all the places
where it used to be tight
once she was his muse
and his starving
hands touched her every part
outside and inside
it's not easy to realize
she can't turn back the clock
although the wild thing
she used to be is trapped
in the darkness of her mind
she lies sometimes
but she is kind
and tries to heal
other broken hearts
she is hard on herself
and hates every part
from the bottom to the top
though she is loving
to everyone else she finds
she suffers all the time,
happy pills
and happy hour
numbs the child inside
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